Shale Face

Your face was blue the first time
matched the high rung of sunset

And I hadn’t heard sharp words
spoken so softly ’til you.

The crest of a mountain in
my hands like they were weighty

Like maybe I could press down
on the day to hold it still.

Imagine what we might hear
if your lips stopped moving, if

We stopped climbing the mountain-
if we just listened to it.

Let your sharp words disappear,
swallowed up by the river.

Stand with me at the edge.

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