Friday, May 1, 2009

marked tracks,
the earth surrounds her
the green fog is near

blindly stuck,
her lids take flight
the green fog is near

sea sick arrest,
palms tremble and flood
the green fog is near

and i forgot the way she stayed up at night
and i forgot her voice by light
and i regret the morning aches
loose bones,
cold tide,
ship brakes

she laid
held tight to table ends and eager birds-
the poem that dies inside me

i awake without her
climbing still
feet yelling at the grass
to never forget
the view.
it receives.

look up child,
and never below
the green fog is near

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