StrangerA Poem by Carissa D
you are a stranger-
and we stand deep in this river in nature’s silence, our fly rods at work. an old train bed- following each curve, each long stretch of river, has led us and I’ve followed. The water here is slower. Dark birds skim the still surface and we scan - for rising fish. Beyond these hills, these open fields- thunder breaks. you mention it’s still far off. and it’s the damp air or the cool river passing between my legs that warrants my feelings. I want to jump to you, touch you and let you carry me out- but I don’t know you. you must be a stranger. © 2013 Carissa D |
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Added on November 15, 2013 Last Updated on November 15, 2013 |