Jim Behrle

Up and Away

favorite spot of river

favorite girl.

 

every day is night, each night lovely.

 

this can't be written.

space between waves of river

wet boards of pier

my knees, yours

 

    Sunday afternoon kites, perfect wind.

    bob of blue wings fight the sky,

    billowing up toward sun.

 

losing sight of her

dim city lights reflected

warm hug of river.

 

it rained earlier, it's still wet.

blue eyes, a long distance call.

 

dance of wind through blond hair, perfect

black and white midnight, should

have been an old movie.

 

    I am running out of string.

    fade to clouds, sweet cut of blue.

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