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.

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