Monday, December 17, 2007

Find Me

If you imagine a river that divides time,
Then we can still stand
on the same side
and it will be only memory
waving a flag
from the other bank.

And innocence, of course.
Love used to be so easy.

Perhaps the river really divided us
And you are in the past
Not here digging the same garden
At the bank
That separates the pair we were,
The pair we are,
And the two who swam so full of buoyant salt.

Find me.

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