Going Over The Border
That day's journey took
three hours to get to the falls
from downstate, my start
a short enough time
in the scheme of passing things.
That change from hot sun
to the cool, tangled
mist near the base, the roaring
of it in my heart
reminded me of you,
of your last embrace, and what
it meant to leave you.
August 29, 2010 7:15 AM
Lord, those those falls are almost mystical.
ReplyDeleteIt might be you who are mystical. :D
Deletebeautiful, refreshing:)
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