Wednesday, September 01, 2010

Untitled (For Pablo)

The rain is on the river now

A sash of snagged silk

If I had met you as a child

I would dress us in the water

The summer song ceases now

It is a banner falling

Fall is flying over now

She wraps her feet in leaves

And the year grows older now

We watch it running slow

You and I seek our sleep now

We kiss the rocks and hide

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