"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

at 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 twig, i said

you kissed me again - then  watched helplessly
as i floated away -
you still carry that message
after all these years

tri-folded and
securely tucked

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

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....