Last time we were up
where the night was
bright with stars & laughing
stone fountains
yet always looking back
we swam like catfish caught
in our own ripples swelling
like waves after dark
& practicing an innocence
we had been unaware of —
no one had explained how
pracarious how far we had
to fall before we met
the ground again
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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