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Do you remember slipquick swimming against the current?
I do, the eddies at the edge of the dock pulling at my wrists
And minnows nibbling at our ankles.
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The air sits heavy on the river. Heat lightning flashes
On the other bank, where purple clouds build and build.
I can reach the rock in the channel. You can reach
The beach beyond, and the distance between stretches.
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Time is funny, it folds and buckles, and when I sit here it feels the same.
It’s not the same lightning, but doesn’t it look it?
I’m not the same person, but don’t I miss it?
Comments (1)
Another gorgeous poem Suze. Every line was great but I really liked this one 'Time is funny, it folds and buckles, and when I sit here it feels the same' and the last one too.