Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
Downstream, the river relaxes,
unmindful of its tempestuous youth,
it slows its pace, spreads wide
across the plain, undecided
upon direction, bending and looping,
leaving ox bow lakes in its wake,
seeking the ocean and its rest,
yet unhurried.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 05.22.22
Prompt: Downstream.
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