Sunday

After the rain stops we are still

thirsty and go inside for more.

I drink with my eyes closed. 

You sigh, waving gracefully

naked. The river is laughing.

Watch me run to the water, catch 

my hand. We will pull from inside. 

Reviews

[Allen Smuckler]

I love this poem...always have
...simple yet profound
terrific metaphors and imagery..
Excellent Write, Katie
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