You and Your Confluence

/ Arambler

Water meets water,
she turns to witness
your exchange. A stick 

snag mud morning
before the sun breaches
all birth of unwoven sound. She turns again
to wait 

the long steel blue
wait. It’s got to be
a full moon tonight.

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