where the form in the frame

is an almost empty field

abstract sand patterns on guaratuba beach

who of the spangled mind
in chorus retreats & scents the leaving
where the breaks meet the body
of the page
where the reach of the pen
falls
swaying, listen
where in the silence
someone knows you
flayed on the strain of waves
with crowds arriving daily while you leave
to haunt back
to sea, to fall

Author: Stacey C. Johnson

I keep watch and listen, mostly in dark places.

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