"Gravel Quarry"

    We took Roman roads

    down to a gravel quarry,

    careful to over-step

    the lilies all around and

    dodging between patches

    of the speckled yellow light

    falling through the trees,

    I could feel the air turning

    softer, a blur beckoning back

    to the sleeplessness of the night before.

    You tumbled down those bright hills

    and I watched you catch yourself

    in puddles at the bottom

    stumbling all up until we

    kissed by the river,

    my hands still in my pockets.


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