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By the River
by Tom Roberdeau

They sat on stones by the river
the full moon nearly there
a beacon.
Unable not to touch
they nearly fell off the rocks,
so eager…
so long since they had…

It was her eyes that got him,
light green and dazzled
by this canyon
this water rushing below.

He had no chance
but to be with her.
Everything had steered him here,
days of longing,
years in the dream,
perhaps even the stars design.

They saw an owl fly by
on his nightly hunt,
a small prey hanging from
long sharp talons.

What sign was this?
Why had they been chosen?

She whispered in his ear,
then purred his name.
When he came into her arms
he wondered
if she had known
this was home.

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