night and day i speak to the sky
crows line telephone wires
as if witness to this,
this reaching past cumulus clouds
this wish to be carried past pain
past the past pressed upon each day
at the shore of my pacific
sand shifts under my feet like fickle hearts
ever moving toward something new
like you lost to me now
mere ripples of sound and motion
abacus beads
adding subtractions
bowed limbs
like question marks
punctuate the air
cleave the mystery of
paths harder to forge this
muddied season
despair falls upon me like rain
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Published in San Diego Poetry Anthology, 2019-20
Photo by Chris Stenger on Unsplash