Eyes search the ground
skull swollen with grief
words separate this fall
like the barrier reef.
The rain keeps coming
the waves on insist
each tear, each river,
flows south, to the wrist.
For each winter?
For each rotten year?
For how many to come?
A blink on the line?
A beep on the scale?
Thrown back after the catch.
Cast again and dismiss.
- Oct. 25 2013 -
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