Riversong

Photo © 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

From the watchtower

I saw them, wildflowers

drifting downstream.

 

I followed on foot, from loamy bank

to bank, and found you

in that neglected canoe

 

—you’d chased them, too,

with my heart,

a padlock you’d rescued

 

for pennies on the dollar,

and handed it back to me,

warm, and melting like wax.

 

I’d never been able

to find the key,

but you unlocked it

 

with a poem in Latin,

so haunted, so beautiful,

and unchained all my wildflower tears.

 

 

© 2024 Jennifer Wagner

 

 

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