Home by the River

Our home smells of something new,
something hitherto unrecognized.
Rich aromas fill our living room
like your caramel and chocolate,
my cucumber and mint,
like binding glue and old print
meant to absorb a whole afternoon
whittling away on a thick tome.

The air wafts through the curtains
bringing the outside in.
There is something new from the river today,

There is something new from the river today,
not the same old babbling
and murky smells of the very fish
and greenery.

Here by the falls
we’re careful not to trip over the edge,
know to give each other a hand
if we should fall in.

In the deep thicket glade
on the damp ground by the river,
we laid down our truth
in the ferns of July.

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