Presents Us Fluid

By magical ingest,
time previous dormant,
time began at her voice,
that I happily heard
spill at some place,
I hear it still.

The calendar started
though in mysterious depart
... or, legend, what have you,
creation of two
evolved to this.

I meet her
to hold her hand
... hold my breath ...
spend effort to be quiet
and subdue tendencies
... like to bark!

There and then
thunder started;
no more holding
a two year mentality

But, again,
the mystique of our meeting
there, like that,
with feeling
of rivers flowing
through us.








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