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sunday, 9-something.

Posted to Action Poetry




sunday has come,
the red orb hovered
behind the giant oak,
before swimming down.

and it's nine
or so
and this town has beaten me
to a whisper.

i can recap the subtlties
of the past 72 hours--
how i swept attraction
from the shutters
of a frail boned face.
the bubbles
at four a.m.
and chasing them in wet socks.

how i knew
for sure
i loved you
as i watched you curl,
red blanketed,
in awe of the night.

how i felt my heart break
knowing i could never divulge
how deeply this ocean goes.

that it's not just the town
that's left me weary
and beaten.