I ran before the current could keep me. It called as if the streetlights
had just turned on, a mother at the door full volume
as the night advances.

The water moves past the bend, circles in the corner for a moment
in case I would come back, rock in hand,
for one last skip.

I do.


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Bethany Lim has been reading for many more years than she’s been writing, and she very much enjoys surfing the web here at PoetryCircle. She loves when she writes something unexpected and hears her voice change into something new, morphing into a different style.

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