my love is an
unnamed stream
not "like a
stream" but the creek
that runs brown
and fast and sandy
to the mud lake,
and then
over the beaver
dam, and then
on past so many
deadfalls
it becomes time
to haul out
the little
plastic shell that keeps
me from immersing
myself in you
my love is an
unnamed stream
running fast and
wild, but even then
only dangerous to
a weightless child
with water in her
waders.
my love slides
over and under gar and snappers,
fish and fishlets
and the teeming microfish.
an invisible
world of insect larvae setting up sand
and stone houses
and on the shore,
deer families
that sound like
something coming to eat me.
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| Sun Devils January 2014 |
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