Tuesday, July 12, 2011
"what are you?"
you asked me to walk with you to the river
you carried a brown bottle and a message
tri-folded between the pages of a magazine
tucked securely inside your plaid fannel shirt - i followed
close behind you stepping into each step
you left in the grass and dirt
a the rivers edge we sipped from that brown bottle, laughed
out loud at the disgusting photos, you kissed me
once, only once - then stared quietly straight out
to the river - "what are you.. you asked
a stone or a twig?
what do you mean a stone or a twig
"you know a stone falls into the river and settles where it lies, a
twig is carried with the flow of the river never knowing where it
will wind up in the end -
so what are you, a stone or a twig?"
well then i guess i am a stone, i said
you kissed me again - then i watched helplessly
as you floated away -
i still carry that message
after all these years
Posted for One Shot Wednesday
Painting is call "Spirit of the Rum River" by Mary Ann Cleary - I grew up sitting by this rivers edge in Minnesota....