3 acessos
Someday the river will find me
Solid walls of water
And I’ll gestate in white under layers of ice
In the first of the year I was born
Almond-colored and warm
Under blue waves and what little good it’s done
So if I return my body to the running black
Dark and cool and sudden
Will it be me?
Will I see me?
And at holidays I remember
They asked me how I was
And at holidays I will wonder ‘how much longer?