Spring and the come-back glow
shifts, blue-green and red-tinged blue,
light hits the undersea bed.
I could lose my footing
on this clay bank, taking my mind
from my step, going over and over
the last time we met. The sun
roaring in my head.
Copyright © 2011 by Rhian Gallagher
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission