When you are ready,

come. I will be waiting

by the river’s

purling hurry,

slim or sleek

with spring.

We will walk there

and your story–

river in ice,

river hurling —

will quicken.

Our two hearts

nodding, knotted

in knowing.

When you are ready,

I will be waiting.

Green as daylight

rich in wonder.


I will be rain

to your thunder

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