MARILYN IN THE MOUNTAINS
Sixty years after
the release of the film
returning again to
The River of No Return
Stepping again in a river
that you can’t step in twice
sleeping again in a cabin
by the cabin where you slept
Listening again to the rapids
that run over the same rocks
and still chew at the roots
of the same bent tree
Listening for the whispers
of the words
you went away without saying
The words we are all still waiting to hear