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Monday, July 12, 2010

River Song

In that moment there with our bodies bare

You can’t deny we’re anything but this:


We are bodies struggling, flopping, turning

Heaving against this river called life,

wound with these moments together

In the whirls and rapids, the eddies and falls.


We’ll lash these moments together

As our raft, our rock, our treebranch.

We’ll use them to keep afloat in the torrent.

posted by ferret at 2:10 pm  

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