after a night spent begging
openness stays in my hands
alive and scrabbling
the half-seen things that stay
behind my head like lunacy
sappily live, laugh, love
somewhere lives resuming
in rubble--radio back, grow
high-pitched as news
I am empty-handed as those
not alive, I re-collect them
in the lateness of my love
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Pic: I didn't get pictures of the Northern Lights or the Comet last week, but I've been very lucky with sunrises this week...
5 comments:
Beautiful poem, and beautiful sunrise!
The sunsets here have been amazing. Early (*sigh*), but amazing.
Thanks!
Thanks, Jenny!
It's that time of the year... (*companion sigh*)
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