Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Night's Throat

Chirps underwater drops
dripping stars fall into pools
while night swallows
ripples gulps down small signals
what was it I had all these years
thought there would be a pinnacle
to it that I'd know something
about this chapter of island living
be able to see all of it at once
a map my life not more edges
of a lake more flimsy shorelines.

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