krista has been away and i have been thinking of her.
some small print creativity:
you take the bow, dear, and i’ll take the stern,
our strokes fall into pattern.
we paddle ’till dusk and put up our camp,
make love by the lantern.
our shadows a pattern.
you take the stern, dear, and i’ll take the bow,
our paddles alive now…
you’ll have to wait for the rest. krista will get to hear the premiere when it is done. who knows, i may just have to find a d.i.y. way to record it.