House of Heart

The river

encircles us,

claims us in its shimmering

green current.

Our arms are water that

pulls us inside and

grazes our skin

with its curves and flow.

Finches swoop down from

trees as high as thunderheads.

Polished as river stone we

shimmer like diamonds on the

silky bank.

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