Thursday, March 23, 2017




I couldn’t sleep last night
With the fretful wind
Too close to my heart was she
Her indecisiveness I knew too well
The sudden fits
False starts
Headstrong gusts
They rattled at the brain
And shook my solid hideaway
Unleashing beasts of memory
I joined her rousting of the night
We beat our chests with savage strength
We howled and shoved and hurled the air
And spent the last
Of every little breath
Every unwept tear







Sara Mathews     March 2017

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