Begin Here




in the warm wet mouth
of the Verde River
 
on a polished
August afternoon
 
beneath a broken sky, 
 
shadowless
 
and magnificent
 
amongst miles of
bone white space,
 
you coming in
and out of the water
like a shadow,
 
bottoming
 
my heart out
 
every time.


 Lisa Zaran



 
 

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