Carry You

green river flows
like grass melting
later it will run black
down its track
into an ocean
she stans on the bridge
dimlight on her back

someday
I will carry you…

I want to float higher
above waves of electric wires
stare down onto the street
see a drunk with kiln-glazed eyes
tell me about the girl I should meet

someday
I will carry you…

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