Welcoming Party
by Joshua Trotter
Is this what I've been traveling toward
dodging rocks and reefs at funereal speed?
I see no dish of milk, no welcoming lips
just this beach—palms outstretched—and the abyss
of all I've missed, winking from every bead
on every rain-whetted, wind-brandished blade.
Dear Distracted,
ReplyDeleteDivine, as always. . .
I feel the disappointment...great poem!
ReplyDeletedroplets of sadness...smiles....
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