Thursday, May 3, 2018

Without Valentine

Without some little wisdom
You couldn’t have gotten
To the field above the lake
 
Where whatever sentience you possess
Must be entirely left behind
Like clothing as you run
 
Your wisdom unraveling
Toward what you love
The quiet lake
 
And stride out into it
And falling smash
Into its cool depths
 
And rise laughing
Or crying
I can’t tell which

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