Estuary reeds hug the sides of the inlet
dusk stars to take on the color of the water
A distant fading blue
I take the call at the ocean monitoring center
It's from the past way up the river
When I played a different game
Taking it all literally
Two voices came through the line
Such a needy tone grasping for reminiscing
Their faces exchanged
They accidentally tricked me
By confusing themselves
Each side of the estuary
bronze and smiling
appealing to me
was I the water
Slowly eating away at their sides
Until I could get a better sense of who they were
Beneath the silt and flood driven debris
Maybe then I would tell them apart
Their voices those last doses of sun a the end of the day
The first drops of night restless and addcited to dew
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