Always

Let me
drape these words upon you
wipe your brow.
Whisper little somethings like
I understand you now.

The story never finishes, curving past river banks, we stop and rest a while. With all this time, you and I, no worries about tomorrow. 

Off to paddle another day, no matter bow or stern, we fashion our way to the end of the world.

Poetry

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