Monday, July 7, 2014

With Every Step, a Fresh Place

With Every Step, a Fresh Place

Patch of water I remember
who held the light
in moon-rough pockets

we will meet again

It is your fault
and it is my fault

Maybe we are looking at this
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

1 comment

  1. I like how you turn the perspective of this poem; it entirely coheres.


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