Echo
And the echo grew stronger, not weaker
as I sat on the ledge next to the waterfall,
your head cradled in my lap
until even our skin shook with the sound.
I covered your ears for you as we watched
the sulfur turn clear water to rusty orange.
I smoothed back your hair
but waiting for you to speak.
Copyright © Sam Mayhue | Year Posted 2011
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