if tangles of waves bleed between the rocks enough, erosion occurs

If you sit at an unoccupied spot
on the side of a river
you'll most likely be alone enough
to hum all
your burdens to the water

but one was there, as
always

and

we stood across, as if
coast to coast and could
still see every one of her
freckles

each speck, a hex arranged
to emphasize her eyes
as beams, masers in the
sky