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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s