South Fork

Whispering wild green secrets

Sliding smooth stones under your emerald belly

Gathered strength, exhale, returning

Winter’s quiet. We dream.

Counting your beats in raindrops

Measuring our time into strained waiting,

We paint colors, water, silver on canvas imagined.

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