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I wake sometimes at night, mouth
dry as the bottom of a cast iron skillet
in equatorial sun thinking, water!
imagining its absolute absence
yesterday on the iron bridge
I stopped dead center, leaned
and watched the slow river wrap itself
around a rock as rivers do, embracing
the stubborn thing with eddies and waves
as it fell, pulled forward by its own weight
caressing, kissing, never stopping,
touching with its passing, keeping ,
staying for a moment in a backwash,
still almost, in a pool—
letting go
I wake at night mouth dry
as the bottom of a cast iron skillet
in equatorial sun thinking
…….. water / you!
Jim Culleny
9/28/17