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Jim Behrle

Up
and Away

favorite spot of river
favorite girl.
 
every day is night, each night lovely.
 
this can’t be written.
space between waves of river
wet boards of pier
my knees, yours
 
    Sunday afternoon kites, perfect
wind.
    bob of blue wings fight the
sky,
    billowing up toward
sun.
 
losing sight of her
dim city lights reflected
warm hug of river.
 
it rained earlier, it’s still wet.
blue eyes, a long distance call.
 
dance of wind through blond hair,
perfect
black and white midnight, should
have been an old movie.
 
    I am running out of
string.
    fade to clouds, sweet cut of
blue.

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