September 10, 2010 by admin in Dispatch

Carry You

green river flows
like grass melting
later it will run black
down its track
into an ocean
she stans on the bridge
dimlight on her back

someday
I will carry you…

I want to float higher
above waves of electric wires
stare down onto the street
see a drunk with kiln-glazed eyes
tell me about the girl I should meet

someday
I will carry you…

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