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To be articulate was just enough.
I was a breeze on the river's surface
that did not disturb the fish. And in rough
seasons, I scuffed and averted my gaze.
Yes, that is why you forgot. What is lost
is something I never had or wanted
and may have been what comforted me least
when felt vicariously or hinted.
Yet we stop at the river mouth to talk
about a weather station, unnoticed
at sea until this present sky of silk
and an evening wind, blowing south east.
Turning, the past seems so thin that neither
of us can truly say we shared it now.
and we agree, this time, that the weather
station will tell us all we need to know.
Better, I think, to keep our names coded
and committed to memory, our words
in their last glow before being faded
by a dark into which run all the roads.