Inner’s Creek

How I wish to understand your babbling brook;
your words flow over tiny pebble rapids
and dive into pools.
Heavy rains cause you to rise up and swallow the long grasses growing alongside.
The great amount of water makes you panic;
your flow quickens.

Gnarled roots line your banks;
a slowly rotting bridge spans over you.
Tacky mud rests among your beds.

We'll swim through your numbing water, scrapping our knees on your rocky bottom.
Sit on the bridge, feet dangling in your panicked waters.
You make a great backdrop for our photoshoots.

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