And If He Had Been Wrong For Me – Jul 19
yet he was there, and all my thirst
gatherd in the thought of him that year,
a tall liquid presence of the man,
a river running in the sound of him,
sun dazzle in the shallows, shadows
in the pool beneath the rocks.
It is a place of early lonely thought,
impatient revery of a cool green.
It is a glass of water
ever just pourd for me, a memory
kept silent come to speak.
-Robert Duncan
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