FREE WATER

At times I don't return to my
childhood, or picture what you
are doing and write about it -
or climb a mountain, or want to
fly - this poem - unlike most of
my other work, is one you can sit
and draw your own conclusion!

Free Water

slap -

slap bare feet
naked legs
crossing - crossing
inner halls

midnight -

arms stretch
wrap
tucking
need

hand -

caught
tears fall
gentle touch
of love

feel air - breathe

blurred faces
free water -
moistened
a heart

stone to dirt

Nancy Duci Denofio
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