Saturday, March 17, 2018

I'm Going In Pieces

Not to, but in,
as craggy bits of memory slough off like icebergs,
slipping beneath the waves and drifting
when my back is turned,
edges rounding,
sometimes glinting one last mockery of a distant sun-flash
before turning slowly and sinking,
at last,
into the slushed and warming sea.

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