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Sunday, November 29, 2015

Capsized

by M.J. Iuppa

Beneath a black willow, a wooden boat
stuck in sand & snakegrass appears
broken by years of work on water
that trembled with weather, ripe
& ready to diminish any net’s haul,
leaving you with rain in your ears—
marking the place where you stopped
irrevocably to listen to wind’s consuming
laughter that soon became your tears.

3 comments:

angelee said...

very poignant poem best wishes angelee

Unknown said...

Yes. A very subtle and poignant turning inward.

M.J.Iuppa said...

Thank you, Angelee and Salvatore.

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