with the fuzzy edges of her floating <br />down to the smooth riverside boulders <br />with all those pebbles in her pockets <br />drifting without bizarre hesitation <br /> <br />not quite a zombie but a shivered <br />poem because Ouse water must have <br />been excruciatingly cold indeed <br />he promised to look away from her <br /> <br />pantaloons on top of the soon dark <br />current wafting like some cotton lava<br /><br />Professor Plum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-s-not-afraid-anymore/
