The first snow is falling
already I am missing
the water
sweet water,
sweet water I am
your human fish,
devour me
lap upon my chin
my lips, deep breaths
take me down
to the bottom
you make me small
and it is so
beautifully quiet in you
here, I breathe
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I really like this. I like how direct and uncluttered the language is.
Curious if you know the poetry of Anna Swir? This poem, and others I've read of yours in your blog, make me think of her poetry somewhat.
No I haven't read her. But I will now, you have me curious. I'm pretty simple, I try not to be, I try to jump out from under that, but I guess I just can't fight it in the writing. Thanks Lyle for the comment. I'm going to look Anna Swir up. Happy Thanksgiving.
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