How can I find the words,
When it has already been so well and thoroughly spoken?

The reef encircles.
I watch moving water from the warm sand —
Ever alone with the tide-rhythm.

The conduits and connections,
The wires tangled and scattered —
Need a little education
To put the thing back together

And your hatred like a cancer —
The wood grew dank with it,
Until overbearing,
Crept in,
Took me back to that beach
Beyond the reef,
Where I watched —

Take care now, love,
Not to founder in the midst
Of those corals.
She would pull you to the bottom
And hold you there forever
If she could.

The siren,
The slow-acting poison —
How could you

And for all this —
It might have been
(in the end)
If you had never
Charted a course
To these shores.

About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

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