Rusalka

when I was young
I was able to be
with you,
more than
I was inclined
to be with any other
do you
wonder if I
miss you
I have not
been back
in so long

in the trails
and by the old cars
and down by the slant
and over by the crossing
and under the bridge
and in the tunnel
you tempted me
with deeds and love
and promised a mixture of
ambrosia and sapphires
I too would swim
and become a raindrop

those days when we were
just romping around in
the park we found
a nest under the willow
we ran with it to the falls,
where we let it go
as the nest sailed into infinity
I turned to say something
you giggled and I thought
you kissed my cheek
as the millenniums
stole you back




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