I met you when the water froze
My weary feet in blankets
Of icy warmth. And when we met
I felt your skin, smooth
From harsh water's touch.
How long have you been frozen
In darkness among the others?
How long has the river
Run it's course over you
And removed your edges?
To touch you is to feel aether,
Smooth and firm. I bend
Down to pick you up in hand.
I think I'll take you home.
You'll be good for skipping.
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Higher Education
PoesiaThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
