Silver Glass

when we remembered silver glass
mind ice and intimate the summer
is spent in swimming the
rose light plastered in your
hair i hold my arms at my side
we were building the water all
through the spring waiting for
the eighth day by their count


the weight of a country walk the october
rhythm will surprise us spilling
symbols all over the flatland
when you told me you could no
longer remember my name and
i was talking no longer than the rain
was no longer falling or
the romantic abyss we wanted to avoid


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