it is the same recall that
bathed in your maternal stream
an otter sleek and quick
in play – a timeless dream
too swift the years that
weighed against a buoyancy
of thought and deed – too
late to claim offense
and then you went away
to seek another you - the
one that grew apart in days
of darkened dissonance
otter dreams suspended
in a trance of tenderness
liquid memories enhanced
by waters calling agelessly
© 2 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
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