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Friday, January 11, 2013

"Brooke"

way back when
the world so small
then every time I seen you
you've grown more tall
and every time I hear you
you have more say
in and out of woods, you wend your way
now. today.
you've been so gone
busy getting off
or carrying on
suddenly alone in the woods, run through
I turn around lost -
then you
come running like a brook
wash down, little river
you babble like a brook,
your voice, musical like water, like a brook
wading in, wash my fever away
before I can pray,
you baptize me,

like a brook
like a brooke

hey girl
I knew you when
I never had the first idea, back then
now every time my memory plays across
the face I'm seeing now -
what a long way off
from how
I once thought of you.
From trembling and sweet like grass blade dew,
to gushing forth clear, like a spring sprung, damn
to soak me where I stand, when you
come running like a brook
wash down, little river
you babble like a brook,
your voice musical like water, like a brook
wading in, wash my fever away
before I can pray,
you baptize me,

like a brook
like a brooke

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