the creek tangles between the roots
of the trees clinging to the bank
the water bends back upon itself
swirling leaves into brackish eddies
like fingerprints upon the water’s surface
we talk in passing of trivialities
the mundane functions of the day
troubles at work what the kids are doing
until tangled in my silent obsessions
I bend ever deeper into solitude
the creek the trees the roots and we
shape each other against the other
leaving wisps and traces to swirl
about in latent ambiguities
(September-October 2011)
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