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YOU ARE SWEATING IN YOUR SLEEP
ON OUR RENTED BED
LIKE A LOST SUMMER CLOUD
PIERCED BY A JET HEARD
ONLY WHEN IT’S GONE.
THE BIRDS ABOVE THE WATERFALL
DRINK MIST FROM GIANT LEAVES
THEN FLY OVER THE EDGE.
TO SPEAK OF.
Ocean’s take our secrets
What we don’t want to see or smell anymore
We feel clean
When we throw our past away
It will wash, we think.
It will sink.
It will drift far from this shore.
It will disappear.
Maybe the fish will eat our words,
Maybe lost or spurned loves
Will help deep-sea feathery green plants grow.
Now and again
I feel myself walking on the wet, hard packed sand
Looking for tears and exotic messages
In the creeping, reaching water
That just misses touching my toes.
Something there’s something clear and obvious
Like a fingernail or a plastic bag,
Through I’ll never know for sure
Who threw them away.
Once I found a wedding ring,
Uncovered by the receding tide.
I didn’t touch it.
I was already married.