[Kay Syrah]

We are not oft strong in the long haul
and we worry what everything bodes
everyday, until we lose to simple overrunning sadness.

That's so pretty.

we drape a wet day
around our shoulders
find our form in the
cold curtain, a cascade
that cannot help
but reveal
our shape.
in the in the level
water always seeks
we forget, without
the rock
there is no fall.

[Kay Syrah]

Oh bother, no edit function, you know of course that

in the in the level

doesn't need the second "in". sheesh