Thursday, September 18, 2014

people who know nothing

that dirty little lake-river
where under we sat
when the bubbling
and anyway

even in our twists
oh I felt and almost did you
so urgent was it then

down by the windfall
where the dreams blow by so slow

that even the daylight
through the smoke/steam
is now unended

for this is a dark,
great love of waters


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