Prince or Pauper

He sits upon the cold, hard slab
…wondering.

Watching the turgid river
fill to overflowing
rise up to greet the sky.

Clouds roll through with thunder
but the river’s swollen rage
calms his own inner qualms
somehow soothes his
longing to belong.

At times he feels so small
against the weight of it all.

Is he prince or pauper
we
will never know.

~*~

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