all others swallowed by the river
before it dropped. you
took time to find the shafts of sun.
are you lonely now?
mars in retrospect.
fallen leaves in a spiral eddy mind
wander in circles, heart hard pressed
follows face down to watch where she'll go,
never noticing the sky.
others trace the wind on maps
from a bird's eye they make with glass,
chase the light across the river
where still warm sand swallows
bare arches.
cheeks squint to sea
the aspens dance tirelessly.
release a spool of thread.
see it pass. feed the river. we
carry it with us always.
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