Lucia I am hovering over river bendsI'm chiseling out a mountain ridge with my breathand I tried to play with negative space like you showed me towith your catapult flinging quanta out toward the ageslook at us we're a bloody mess and we're loving itbe the color of all the cataracts in my skiesand all the words that we wrote back then just slipped off the pageand rearranged themselvesin a series of devout formationsas you could guess the tears in my eyes are a brackish messwho was it who said that I give and I take awaybut on this day I don't think that I'm taking anythingI am reveling in the riverbed that I made myself
