By Bobby Rebholz

And memory stays or fluxes like light reflects, gleams, on a river as it moves downstream.

Martin Willitts, Jr., from “Time is a Hummingbird Darting,” Peacock Journal (September 2016)

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Löwenzahn – Taraxacum

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Crossing A Calm River

He took my heart as I gave it to him those sum of years ago that seem to be fading in the back of our

minds. I see him from the edge of this bank, but I cannot say the same for him. What does he think about?

I could cross this old river, this warm body that invites me in, beckoning periodically with its

hand stretched out, palms to the sky above and fingers twirling. But will I be the one to break

the still surface of the water? If it were I to take the daring plunge, I fear that the consequential ripples to be

sent through our firmament would be too great, too high to hurdle and perhaps too powerful to face head-on and break

through. I can put my foot in the water, but even then it sends waves that shake and almost tip toads off of their delicate lily pads.

Perhaps it is best that I remain high and dry, and perhaps by staying out of this calm and

stagnant water, I could perhaps avoid the parasitic insects that plague its surface, working

in tandem with the venomous hand of the river that both entices and seeks to drown me.

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Demon-stration.

me: i dont care about my follower count

me: [loses a follower]

me: honestly? i dont know what i did wrong, maybe all of u are just too judgmental, either way, i dont think i can make it in here, tumblr is just too toxic. i think i need a break to figure myself out, and i think you might do too :)