Monday, February 9, 2015

Hypothermia

Excerpt of a poem in progress: 

washing out from last night's sail-
there are hands that work, 
hands contributing to my guilt and yours
the damnation of a world on water, 
arrivals bitter,sweet, of love songs 
of faith, of lost at sea promises 
and of bodies-
afloat. 

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