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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