ZW11 Second Place

remember those nights
watching the moon rise
over the waterfall…
casting light on the traces
of our interlocking lives

do you see the way
our tracks intersect there
on the sandy soil…
here the hiatus
where rock records no footprints

did we swear to love
that spring in our valley
or was it the rustling
of the myrtle leaves?

summer’s zenith…
beneath the waterfall
the pool beckons
we cool our bickering
in its icy depths

winnowing wind –
a rainbow drifts in the spray
from the waterfall

thinking of you
I listen to the waterfall
echoes of your voice linger
in the sound of the water

where is the lyrebird
that once strummed its tail
to the rhythm of your song?


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