Drifting under bridges

She dropped her oars
so you offered her yours

You said “I’ll paddle with
my hands, or
I’ll jump out and swim,
I won’t get tired;
take them.”

She shook her
head and stood
spread her arms
the breeze caught
her shirt and
she blew away

You sat there
looking at your hands
and knew
there was no use.

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