And, for a minute there,
Froze like a great big blue heron
And watched you move closer
I was refracted
In that salty inlet water
Distorted, but still whole
Bent, but bent toward you
We could have been a different thing
And held on to keep from getting cold
And growing guarded
But I am a fixed point
Around which things revolve
And you are in orbit
Around another fiery light.
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