Oh the things I won’t try
to soften up this
gorgon heart of mine–
wine, up late
with the boxes that came
after the wake
what remains
is mostly Fujichrome,
frozen smiles, some trinkets
and baubles, a hat
he always wore when fishing,
with its cartoon shrimp dancing–
I had to stop the exercise.
Some materials are just not
malleable, yes this could
be a carapace to shed,
a loss of protection
in order to grow,
or the cracks might go
straight through
the core, just how
would I know?
You’re incredible, and it comes through in your poetry. 🙂
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thanks for the kind words!
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