river part 2

these are still rivers
i cannot skate away on

and while prayer has fetched the angels
to cover my wobbly roots in rocky soil

my mind races to reclaim a memory
that should not be able to float away
but does

it is not all the time,
but in some moments, like this one,
all i can see
is a pink hair bow disappearing into the ocean

and all i can do
is stare through the insides of a photo frame
and try to figure out
who is staring back