matins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


What is that sound, when water meets water.
Sometimes, far off, like fine down drifting,
then close by, giving everything up, in dull metallic bursts.
A man, and a girl like you, once met in the half-wind -
half-water, as it ushered night upon the wood.
When the trees exhaled, they saw how to be nude:
how to retrace a moon out of uncertain beginnings.
Tonight, it groans sideways onto iron roofs,
that seem to bend double, even as they hold their own shape.
Somewhere, far off, the wind speaks the name,
that whistles, bird-like, over deep water.
The unfathomable that rest, undisturbed,
murmur fluent lyrics to instinctive melodies,
which become lost, in the hour and the light.


Submitted: October 29, 2020

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