August 22, 2010

Grief is in it's hiding place
moving unseen
under my skin
it has no formal rhythm.
it is a rough diamond
a lover
and a thief
this time i invite it
my dear grief.
i let it come through
the door of my mouth
my eyes are cracked windows 
   and it cries me an ice house.
   and it whites out the lighthouse
   moves all of the stone walls. 
then just quiets and melts.

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