Walking In The Folly
I have run a mucky verge
Cheering twigs down a river
Camouflaged by winter's subtle colors
I have come alove
Muddy water shushed
Me back in my body
Met with longing
I have interbeen
Wintering, in his rumbling brown
Revisiting language unsettlingly round
Two warm hands inside your wooly vest
Do your best to act unimpressed
And to separate the day from the daydream
Two bodies on a centerboard
Muddy water over safety orange
And beneath, the sharpened teeth
Of the muskellunge slip by
Spidery air on the bottom bare
In the out house at night
Soft sand in your hand
But you're gripping too tight
I have swam past his fingers
They were perfect fifths in two rivers
I have secured to memory the shiver
I thought one of us would be lost
Walking in the folly
Body follows body
Instead, I've been roused
From the couch hunch
Where I have been
I have found new ground
To plant the old seed in
I have left just a thumbprint
In the midst of his chin
I have been pushed back from the edge
By just the wind
Hiked down to the human town
To try it all again
Knocked off a stock song to forget about it in