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Wendy Inbetween

You wait in 
a ruined 
riverbed 
when rain 
makes pelts 
of dust
ankles ringed 
with whirlpools 
vines of mud
climb your 
nightgown 

acorns bubble
through fingers
your hair muddles
your shoulder
starts to dissolve 
in the splintered jaw
of the banks

his hands pool
in the sky
like smoke 
around a door
in a clearing
on the horizon
a deer treads 
water