How did I survive the
knowing the book would close,
music would stop, a pulse would quit,
and you would be left in a room
surrounded by empty chairs?
Six long months with no
your hands were
Back and forth,
plumbing a desert for hope.
You messed with even valances,
tugging at puffs as if this skirt
could ever hang over the going bone
Inviting in the hiding sun,
blue batiks of fading skies
You sign forever in the sand;
someone kicks it in your eyes.
Little scraps of ivory moons
bequeathed to soil, then covered up.
Rage drops anchors in the mud
and dying sails the fitful sea,
testing every rope we own.
kept his college photograph
in every rroom wandered through
touched the glass as if to print it with a wish.
every clock had lost its dial.
Adoring him was not a chore
even when he
Billy G.
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