Jun 2012
the red-brown color of this rock reminded me of you as
the rapids pushed cool air onto my damp skin.
the trees here remind me of a jungle.
i would be jane, you tarzan…or
the other way around?
i can’t tell today, it’s been that long since i’ve seen you.
the rapids pushed cool air onto my damp skin.
the trees here remind me of a jungle.
i would be jane, you tarzan…or
the other way around?
i can’t tell today, it’s been that long since i’ve seen you.
This was one of the very first poems I wrote, it was probably written in 2009? 2010? Anyway, it was written while relaxing by a familiar river, reminiscing about persons I hadn't seen in a long time.
