Blackwater tide

Greet me where a ripple in the water falls away.
Speak to me of simpler tides and times
I won’t remember, of settled lines and
Poems ended just as they were meant.
Keep me there, for blacker water
Whispers other names than yours.
And I’ve already overheard the flood.
And I’m not ready for your drowning yet.

#Amsterdam #Netherlands

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