fingers
plumes of yearning
beyond the body reach
nothing to grasp
nothing to yield
they know it now
we know it now
someone’s flawed memory
called us back to this shore
detouring our exit from exile
we know it now
images resurface on spume
the sea no longer retrieves
thirsting for new skies
leaking at the seams
we set a boat afloat
something veils us in the daylight
as we wait for waves to intercede
1 comment:
Intense. Willingly beset by flotsam and jetsam, victims in as much as a dandelion is victim of the wind...
Also liked very much the reaching out to friends...
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