http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ksmuckler The original writings of author Ksmuckler en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776338611 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 After the rain stops we are stillthirsty and go inside for more.I drink with my eyes closed. You sigh, waving gracefullynaked. The river is laughing.Watch me run to the water, catch my hand. We will pull from inside.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksmuckler/732692/ She was watching everyonegrow out of their old boots,beat boots, with all the creasesdirt rubbed, broken in boots.They bundle across fields, pale with frost. They bundle herbetween them and danglesingle gloves from their coats.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksmuckler/732689/ When you lay my bookpages open where I left themover my thigh, like a handI slide my fingers closer.We read the same books. (drawings in the margin)I write as fast as you.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ksmuckler/732688/