Some streams out west
disappear, evaporate
into steam. Short-lived
snowmelt runs clear,
then runs dry.
Some streams back east
vanish into sinkholes.
Limestone caves
with unseen torrents
pulsing underground.
Some streams grow
to creeks and rivers.
A Lake Itasca trickle
reaches New Orleans
mighty fine.
No one knows what this
stream of ours becomes
But it flows like it has
Somewhere
important to be.
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