it must be like drowning
knowing
any minute you might go under
drinking
or quietly
somehow or other
hold on a boat is coming
sinking lower and lower
feeling
you can’t go on floating
any longer
your faces
appeared to us like flowers
in a river
how could we have let you go?
we saw you start to drift downward
slowly
mute bubbles of breath escaping
into the cold bush air
it was so clear up there
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