The River Flys

What do I want to say?
The river is in the sky.
It hangs around our ears
It's been swimming with the
Milky Way all night
Forgetting us
Remembering God.
The river settles down
like a summer bedsheet
shaken up for straightening
but it's floating right
around my ears, no lower.
What do I want to say?
The river talks God in my ears
I'm forgetting myself.

ap. 23. 09

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