The Source

I went looking for the source this morning,
A place where two streams come from one.
What I found was a thicket,
A group of trees and brush so thick
That even in this early spring, before the
Leaves have put a skin on their bony branches,
You cannot see into where one becomes two.

-Kenneth Baker

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