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This is the walk she knows they will never take:
down the jealous sidewalk
where every step’s a stumble,
across volcano train tracks
sleepy in sunlight and screeching at the moon,
toward the glassy freshwater air
and the green that spills
down into skirted diamond current
where she kicks off her shoes
without thought,
half drowned in her mind slipping
with him off the bank, buoyant,
free and fluid-limbed,
creatures the likes of which the river has never seen,
as if there were no such thing as fish.
edited 8 June 2020
9 April 2016