Furious Water
Stefania Heim

Reason to believe the ships

Will return. Want to

 

We are getting out the

Big sticks

 

We are bracing

For the next kiss

 

Sails across the face

Of wind. Or leaning in to it

 

Washed, sad, we are

Otherwise inconstant

 

Our wildly associative

Self-serving way

 

And what lengthens

In summer isn’t nearly enough