whistful cloud

As morning approaches,
a slovenly packaged thought
he left behind,
anguish, not his intention
open grave
heaped, tossed in soil
renting space in her head.

Fractured. Dead.
There lies -just beneath
a reason not fully known
enters as slowly
as allowed

drift toward it
want to know,
understand

two reasons
merging
not able to recognize -why?

Everyone keeps asking -dizzying, not able to stop
before it spins
Out. of. control.

A desire nonetheless
how to enter today.

Poetry

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