The beauty you have
Like cold fog on a pane
Peonies under a stupid moon

I lugged this debacle

Chasing your fastidiousness
I massed a mess
Of sails and picked up the wind
As one would a bottle cap
Or turn on the radio

Now do I have you?

I call out my memories
Onto report cards of joy
A pillow case of flames up against
The upheaval of the sea

Life is a sure match
Of waves against waves

And you are gone

 

 

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