Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Rising River

The vines of her arms
didn't cling to the ends of his clothes,
or did she plant herself in the doorway,
hurl herself at his feet,
or utter the word "Stay!"
But as that fool began to go
at the time when it was dark with swarming clouds,
the slim girl blocked her lover's way
with only a rising river
made with her flood of tears. – Amaru

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