Craggy river bottom
Pursues the top
Pushes her sea glass emeralds in all directions
Forces them to lose their edge
Before
Undressing them in front of the sun
But the effort
Is a loss
A thing changed
A pain
From a lost limb, a lost edginess
The sharp point
The collaboration of events
Urging each other together
Before splitting up again
Constant hum of a good song
One you’ve heard a million times before
The phrase that unarms you
Rhythmically
Needs compensation for the pleasure
Needs to take a break
While another newer thing is found
To take its place
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