O at the Edges

Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.

River Carry Me

I approach the window with closed eyes.

In this case, the between dissolves.

Without form and weight, still you linger.

A ticketless morning unfolds.

The water flows in braids, through stone and air.

Before my limits enact pity, before falling fruit.

Images condensed throughout the night.

An inheritance of trees curving towards the horizon.

One exactly as another’s, only different.

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“River Carry Me” first appeared in Underfoot in October 2017.

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