Sunday, May 16, 2010

St. Brendan (patron of boatmen, mariners, sailors, travelers, whales)

I set out for paradise.

I missed the top step

and tumbled downward.

Knees break into lilac blossom.

There are places I can’t go

without you.

To stomach this, I must

lie face down on the hardwood.

Every girl wants to be loved

that way. You & him walking

next to the frozen ocean.

I’m trying to forget

the sound of the ice

when I walked out on it

to wave back at him.

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