you rest in a body of water
with fire cupped in your hand.
you are a waterfall, grief & change & love,
and you are present with something burning.
even at rest, your body moves.
you are alive to your own changes,
casually shedding sparks in the chill night air.
when i rise from the water,
the night is a cavern and you are turning,
you are gone, you are telling me
you love me you are telling me
you’ll see me soon. i am a waterfall
shedding sparks and your cupped fire
turns to taillights in the rising night.
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