This Bitter Earth
This Bitter Earth
Smoke in my eyes; a silhouette,
a line of sea salt, rainbow memories
mingled with bluegrass on a castaway
sail. And there you are sitting
on a sand dune. And here I am,
silent Delaware watching you count
minutes from behind each other’s veils.
But for these veils
we walk among our anxieties
too conscious of our nakedness.
we walk among our anxieties
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