Love

Two river guards fall asleep at their separate posts,

white moon and black sky crammed between their heads

at dawn they return to ferry between the banks

migrating souls parted from families.

Two river guards sail one to another
human missives, bottled –
(the absent hand appears where expected),

they don’t look back

(the Other is a better seeing aid)

they step toward the water to whisk away the distance but

in vain, the river’s course is set.     
The posts are taken, one can’t choose,

the river guards sail, they can’t pass over.

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