Doing It
...and
sometimes a girl a late day in summer
a longed-for homecoming…
was a little ahead of me waiting
and shy about nothing taking my hand
showing me…
“Downstream”
W.
S. Merwin
It wasn't like
that it wasn't ever like that
then it was
rough it was rabid it was running
in the dark
away from it all it was no and deep
and deep into
the back door the front door on fire
it never lasted
but it was never completely
gone it left a
stain it
is a cold forge
but I said that
it’s a girl
half clothed frozen on the January sand
and if I had
been there I would have picked her
up and brought
her home and dried her out
and we would
have been what we should have been
the way we
wanted to be only now she’s Echo
and I’m the
tree and when no one can see
she leans on me
and its only ever soft with her
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