above the river
the little town belongs
the white sky belongs
to the gull and crow
their weak shadows
catch his dulled attentions
lead him to the ending sun
nestled in its resting
cloaking clouds
the sea is bright but far from here
the tide flows from the sea brightly
but not today
from its red banks
the tide has failed
the moon has failed
the day has lost the meaning of day
its reason for being
nothing more than
the counting hours
the flowers that would have floated to the sea
if there were flowers to be thrown joyfully
but there are none to be
she is gone
and the river
to the sea is bright
no more
jppestana Novemebr 5, 2016
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