She is waiting
by the river
by the ocean
by the lake
It is waiting
It is watching
It is dreaming
at her feet
and the mirror
of the river
of the ocean
of the lake
is still broken
is still patterned
is still woven
by the water
that is hiding
something valued
something troubled
something needed
and she fears it
and she wants it
and she hates it
as she’s waiting
at the river
at the ocean
at the lake
Ooookay, so this site won't let me format properly. Just imagine a double tab in front of all the right-hand lines so that it flows like a current.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
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Man, this completely ruins the poem, whatever it had to begin with. It gave the possibility of reading one, or all, or any of the paths through the wave, and GOSHDARNIT, I AM MAD ABOUT THIS.
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