Poetics

A place of many shores

A place of many shores
a cloud of dusk on the lake
rain
islands of soft tissue in the wake
muddy procession to a funeral

I will not say goodbye this way
With your perfect make-up
Mud in my shoes,
A veil on your face
In the company of many men carrying ropes
Waiting for our goodbye.
You.

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