20 April 2012


For this poem I took a bunch of lines from a poem I wrote when I was 16 and chopped them up and rearranged them.

Less revision, revisiting.

Ocean 4/20

The sun
breaks the waves
as the shore
comes into focus

Split lines
one for each
an orange a prayer
an open book

The darkness
beneath is a cauldron
the mixture green
with decay

Across us
like shadow
the color of leaves
early in spring

These faces
that float to the surface
are our past selves
coming up for air

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