Friday, March 12, 2010


she lightly picked her way across the river bed,
as if she'd known these woods her whole life.
And even though that wasn't so,
there seemed no bed she wouldn't safely navigate.
So with my fingers clutching my n-eighty,
a shutter to satisfy my bewildering memory.
For though I used to be justly capable,
suddenly was found awe-struck and unable.

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