Love

January 2, 2009
By Abby Current, Leesburg, OH

Beauty isn’t mine.
You showed me in May.

(dripping trees, crying birds)

My hands quivered
Unfit for cupping.

Do the river’s rocks mourn
As the water flows by?



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