My Voice
a harbor for mending
a harbor for mending
ghosts speak
in half thoughts
and parables
tenses cross
and turn and catapult-
and i, sometimes
forget to think of futures
he writes poetry
splinters himself, for me, his world
splayed open on
dry wood plank
and canvas
last night he placed
the moon in my pocket-
held daylight in bare hand
and whispered
nothing need be done
- i believe him
mary
ghosts speak
in half thoughts
and parables
tenses cross
and turn and catapult-
and i, sometimes
forget to think of futures
he writes poetry
splinters himself, for me, his world
splayed open on
dry wood plank
and canvas
last night he placed
the moon in my pocket-
held daylight in bare hand
and whispered
nothing need be done
- i believe him
mary
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a harbor for mending
a harbor for mending
