Slow Dancer on the River (Poem... Free Form?)

Slow dancer on the river
quiet sounds of classical music playing
narrative half heard
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I think of the reclaimed swampland
passing by, covered in mans dreams
and dashed hopes, to the future
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sitting at the table, eating,
I ponder mans inventiveness as
passengers and military men fly over head
going on their way
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I look across the table to see my
grandmother, mother and sister
enjoying some time on the river