With Every Step, a Fresh Place
Patch of water I remember
who held the light
in moon-rough pockets
we will meet again
never
It is your fault
and it is my fault
Maybe we are looking at this
incorrectly
All water is water
so we have re-encountered one another
in sips and showers
Rain along my scalp
Snow furring my pant hem
and meeting my ankle
That ocean over there
That ocean over here
You can’t deny
the resemblance
I like how you turn the perspective of this poem; it entirely coheres.
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