Saturday, August 22, 2009

ode to heartache and searching and heavy shit

Beyond my reach
is the

edge of the sea,

the sandy salted waving
rolling farther than all of the
seasoned women I know
could possibly imagine

and it's not like they haven't gazed!

I can't see that far either.
There's a step, a stone path,
a winding
sidewalk cracked
and chalked over in hearts
and lost games of hopscotch.

There are children filling up green
helmets, babies five years ago,
marching off over those blue waters

and mothers! mothers crying
or flag waving
or both,

but back to me and
my edges, or rather

edge of the sea

and the journey of life
and all that shit -

but I can't see that far
so forget it for tonight.

~ drg o7

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