| my wife’s bare footprints on these rocks after | |
| she’s been swimming where the river has dug | |
| a small pool by the road outside Bearsville | |
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| it looks like rain no it’s raining should I | |
| follow these delicate marks to find her | 5 |
| no she’s just ten feet away and she turns | |
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| back green bathing suit thin legs orange and | |
| black towel it stops raining her footprints | |
| going away have evaporated | |
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| but of course she makes new ones heading toward | 10 |
| me there are certain moments you stay in | |
| even as they’re gone like wet prints on rock | |
| or the way you cannot forget your dead friends | |
