Melinda Foshat

Poetry, Prose, Photography

For the Stream


Her final cry
Forces the stillness from the air
Inside their hearts

The nakedness of her back
Contours the water’s edge
Shielding them from their reflection

They look away
There is nothing left to see

Still, the fish swim in circles
Knowing not which direction to take

For the stream, it runs both ways

© Copyright – All rights reserved – – February 23, 2014


Author: melindafoshat

Poet, dreamer, philosopher, photographer

4 thoughts on “For the Stream

  1. Very, very nice. Love the last line.

  2. Wonderful. Thank you.

  3. Her final cry makes him turn and look at her fully in front and when they forget the stream, they flow.

  4. Nice Melinda. Agree with Leonard about the last line.

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