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Wreckage; a poem

There is something so heroic about wreckage.

about this wreckage

about our wreckage

like the ocean shore after the storm

as we watch all the ocean things scurry deep back into hiding

and all it’s pretty things smashed as the water meets the land like a broken lover.

all the colors scattered like bed sheets.

There is something so poetic  about wreckage

about this wreckage

about our wreckage

how it mingles with my tongue and fingers

how it litters itself across all my words.

how it has implanted itself on my roots

and called them home.

 

 

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