The river runs dry,

and he has no bait

for stones. Distantly,

delusion shimmers

a claim on intimacy

somewhere beyond

the moving horizon.

He writes towards

her, casting out lines

in hopes of catching her

in a turn of phrase,

where she will see

herself, and come

to know his slow intent.


(September 7, 2018)


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