A woman out walking in the wind
Her dog along the river
Finds it hard to look
Directly at that water
Furtive glances shot
Upstream against it
Not to go under
She struggles with the urge
To leap such as one observes
In lovers heading toward disaster
But she stops at her favorite spot
Gathering herself together
And out-stares that river
Doggedly all the way back
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