Remain
By Amy Orazio Posted in Poetry on March 5, 2015 0 Comments 1 min read
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There is a necessary jar where I keep
the sea when it shuts off its sounds
where the callous of noon is trimmed
with radishes, olive boughs
behind my headboard
I whisper with
the cartographer pointed north
to a broken wind

We are the bramble he tells me
untangle fingers and
find a grey light
to bury in

 

 

Featured image by: Benoît Vollmer


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