Resolute against the whiskey weather – Watching only for you In the distant geese Swarming midge-small in the milky light, Figuring them your freckles. I knew my palms were sharp and callousing Clasping the oars Yet only feeling The warm wood of your skin – Damp lovely neck to hollow back. I pulled against you… Continue reading Rowing on the lakes of Canada
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