January 22–28 ❘ Downstream

Downstream

I pray a river, a rush
of words drowning out all
possible conversation.

You somehow slip
responses in the current.
Small inspirations

sail downstream.
So few, I complain,
So hard to understand.

You sigh. I eddy
in my murmuring pool,
wondering why, if

You are always there,
You make no such thing
known to me.

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