"You are a tiny lakewithout a hole to sit in.Someday we will marry.Someday our beautiful..."

“You are a tiny lake

without a hole to sit in.

Someday we will marry.

Someday our beautiful rain-

haired children will play on you

while we stand by, blowing into our fists.

I could give you a medal.

You could be a pony on a beach.”

- Sara June Woods, from Careful Mountain (via bostonpoetryslam)