Like stained glass shards
Filling this tumbler.
Like the broken bones
Protruding from my legs.
A cricket calling in the infernal night,
A cicada calling in the futile daylight.
The slow steady walk
Of respect disappearing.
A bardiche
In the hands of a silhouette.
My memory ashamed
The ghosts of yesterday creep through the window.
Your name floats
On a turbulent ocean.
I put a shipment of kisses and apologies
Onto a paper boat.
Like an afternoon saying good bye
That boat sails out of the estuary.
~Adoration of a ghost.
Love,
Digress.
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