In Passing Ever

Without a word
and without a river
to float the word
from your diaphragm
to my shivering
neck anticipating
the silver amalgam
of two distant unities
leaps out of stasis
blue and yellow desert
hills after a rain
the rising and risen
arroyo breathing
deeply and shallow
again as it passes
without a word.

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