Sand

I rise, fall, eddy, surge, dip, and roll

I am a ballet of water and sand

The Missouri carries me in clouds

My feet never set

My arms outstretched

I grasp onto boulders, cobbles, and gravel

My hold weakens

Muscles strain against the press of water

I lean forward and slip into the river’s auburn dusk

I am jostled back and forth

There is no stopping this dance

Everything is here, at this moment, swirling together

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