Samantha Seto

Editor back-issues, poetry

Waterfall Breaking before our eyes into a sound,as whoosh and swish of the ocean tide.In constant as rhythmic strokesbranches crack and are thrown into the stream. I stood among the trees and watched,immobile in the cooling shade,the leaf surfaced, face up beneath the bridge.Woooh, the wind howled, Cut limbs falling, the crack they make,each dropping from its trunk as though for oncethe last…

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