meeting myself over coffee

the Mississippi

coffee grown cold on the table
pages turned
pen picked up
put down again
standing on a cliff
I stare where the sky
meets the lake
too far away to dive in
what would I say
to the reflection of the moon?
would I join the conversation
between the waves?
or simply float
in the space inbetween?
if I were closer
maybe

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