And the light wobbled into day
as an unsteady voice in night's ear
coaxed blush into that innocent place
just before fog lifted her veil from
over the long bridge that let them sometimes pass
.. one side to another
He sees her walking, arms outstretched
her body shaped into the meaning of the word
gather
He knew she would open him
just as a float of fog had uncovered the bridge
woman river passage man
pebbles tossed into rings
told stories that would begin or end
but not today:
Clothed only as himself
He begins.
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