Behind the waterfall, as you age.

Behind the waterfall, as you age.
In the back seat, at night, somewhere on I-5.
1.31.10

As you age,
don’t lose or forget it.
As you age, and jade,
and bleed, scab, scar,
-and fall again.

Don’t lose or forget it.

It will cradle you
when the world shakes
and seems so big.
It will keep you
safe,
in your secret cave
behind the waterfall.

(For Noonie-Noo.)

(Poem written on Lake Washington Blvd in Madrona, Seattle: 4.16.10)

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