maybe someone

you loved in a boat, rowing. And you could

hear the oars dripping in the water, from

half a lake  away, and they were far and

close at once. You didn’t need to touch them

or call to them or talk about it later.

Marie Howe, You Think It Only Happened Once  and Long Ago


Jan Brevet

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