Pull

To the river always
Mountains pin me in place.
Water tickles, splays,
trickles, plays
with the earth between my toes.

Deep lungs breath into
blank page, past cheap pen
slowly I leave myself
in secret, without
Flair, I am
underwater where
words are waiting
patiently for me to find them.

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