On the Banks

Let me forget the bite of chill,
Blown from the river with a rain
that broke to steal shy kisses,

How clouds opened and closed
with doors that passed, and
voices that hid behind frames.

Shallow words obscured the depth,
And the depth longed to be
Shallow, so shallow, like the other.

Narrow paths of shattered stones
pushed the drag of wet feet.
Into the arms there. Closed as they were.

Beyond the broad dreams were
empty building yards, hidden
by plain facade, painted grey;

Let me forget the bite of chill,
Blown from the river with a rain.

on the banks

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