The Quiet Boat (revised)

“Love is the voice under all silences” e.e. cummings

The quiet boat that brought us
is finally sleeping –the oars too

have sprouted tender leaves, green
blue church bells ring just above

the water, just for us, in an flooded
church so far away; as time ticks

off the names from her hidden lists.

There, can you see?

two herons —necks entwined
on a branch above out boat –flared

by operas? Operas of so many sighs and bees
 gathering light from dewy stamens,

gathering silences that have fallen
from our lips and that moment

when you and I were once held
by the river’s slow story telling.


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