I was watching his back muscles move

 

Trying to figure out how he was a river and a boy

 

in the same space

 

 

 

Carving canyons, scars, rainpaths 

 

and other crying shapes

 

 

 

We climbed up to the tallest cliff together

 

it took many days and many nights

 

until we reached the peak

 

It was the farthest we could go together

 

I curled my toes over the edge and felt the impossible gravity

 

The beautiful view,

 

While he ran, flew, over the edge – sparkling.

 

 

 

I could not follow him. 

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~ by warpaintandwandering on April 14, 2014.

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