October 13, 2008


Wading through a river, feeling the
pebbles digging into my soles,

sharp little reminders not to trip,
for this is a swift one
and the drop-off is sudden,
and it'll take you under
like it's nothing.

Wading through a river, and it sure is
pretty, with the crowns of the trees
reflecting in the water
like curly-headed girls laughing together
beneath the surface. I'll never get
their private joke.

Wading through a river, the water is cool,
the sun is warm on my shoulders, I
hardly miss you at all anymore. I
hardly think of you at all anymore, you see,
I'm just too busy
trying not to trip.

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