"Who hears music feels his solitude peopled at once." Robert Browning

Saturday, August 05, 2006

not my river



not my river
I was walking and I heard
a river
laughing
somewhere behind the trees

It's not for me.
Not my river,
not our trees.

Not your laughter,
not for me

Then
I was sleeping and I smelled

your hair
on the pillow,
next to me

It's not you sleeping,
couldn't be

not your scent,
not your sounds

but I SAW YOU
sleeping
next to me.
only
it isn't you that I see.

And
I was walking and I heard
your laughter

when the river flowed
but it's not true
Not my river,
the sound's not you

only water,
cold clear water
rushing over me
everything becoming dim
but it's ok,
in the end
I've always known
that I could
swim

Why didn't you?
why didn't you

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