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Three Fall (Free verse) by <~>
I always heard your words
and wondered for your core.
There's a crawling sensation
and my calendar is ludicrously long.
I felt the metaphor,
when I picked the falls.
There with another, once,
for a quick, chilled visit--
I questioned the brevity of that stay
in that midst. And I wonder
if the thunder I hear now
is memory or premonition.
The weight of all that water
so near, skews me.
You skewer me, like I'm made,
missed until the Ides of October hit.
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