She sighs and groans,

sounds personified,

raising tall goosebumps

on the strong arms

of her loyal congregation,

listening along the riverbanks.


Far below, her companion ebb tide

rushes directly outward on predictable schedule

toward the sea.

Licked by the fiery flames of sunrise

her chiseled exposed edges melt,

dripping ever so slowly,

reverting again to a wall of swirling water

powerfully rushing toward the sea.


Do not despair my frigid Queen,

I will return to support and raise you

upward again another day,

whispers her loyal playmate,

Ebb Tide of the

mighty Kennebec River.

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