Jonas Hallgrimsson

Above the Ford

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The cliffs on life's swift current
are cleft by shallow valleys.
Masses have queued to cross there ---
crowds of billy-goat milkers.
We'll go upstream, God willing,
to walk the hawk-high ridges
and pitch ourselves --- impetuous ---
plumb in the roaring torrent!

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