Sunk Out of Sight

Categories Poetry, Writing

My North and South poles have sunk out of sight

I’m floating and drifting and veering

Due North, the inescapable abyss where I wept alone

Due South, a wake where my slain love slept on her own

Clouds feather my feet

Water whisks my hair

In my eyes, the last soil kept

My North and South poles have found love,

They have sunk out of sight.

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