Monday, August 1, 2011

I'm back. To dance with my love, the poetic foot, the sway of language, its raw-throat song and silky spells.


Take a tumble
you are a stone, smooth
a carrier of river history
go with the flow, roll
make new statements
sit together
force the flood
having abandoned you
to flow around
to lick you, hungry
until some rain somewhere
powers the next
irresistible torrent.

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