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It’s a wonder the world keeps its whirling—
How I’ve waited
without a word—
Staring where
the sun’s no longer—
You gone
into ether, wherever
You want
to call it. Soon
Sun won’t fight
off the cold
But today warm
even in the rain.
Whatever the well
you want me
To fall down I will—
Meet me by the deepest
part of the river
And we’ll drown together
wading out past
All care, beyond even
the shore’s hollers.
