Behrle (4)

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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