Monday, March 09, 2020

rush to meeting

He stood
like a wave at sea
and waved, as she ran
like a stream downhill
at him. Always moving
and leaping past tree,
over stone. Never coming
any closer, except
and until the falls

- where she fell,
just about
where he crashed,

and they both
disappeared
into foam.

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