Poetry

Touched by a Curve

this river curves like comma

slowing for the sake of clarity 

bending to be understood

we are at one such point 

right on the tip of the comma 

deciphering meaning

in a sunlit sentence gurgling its speech

 

why must I resort to metaphor

there is no grammar to be found here

why can’t I express this in clay or mud or massage 

all i want to tell you is that the river is running

and it shows no signs of stopping

and I wish you could feel that

I wish you could be touched by a curve

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