Three broke relationships down, I stumbled

To this town, this city by the sea. Worked

Sweat, uncompromised, as each long step hurt

Bones, hurt eyes. And, wanting more, I fumbled

A house, broke what benefits, and mumbled

A word or two about lost pride, to search

For things I’d lost outside: a raven’s worth

Of seed. I picked, pricked my thumbs and tumbled.


God only knows where the ghost has to go.

A living dead inside my space; my head

Full of wants and woes and the words I’d said

To keep unclean the memories of dread.

Cold, throwing stones now it’s gone, sinking low

Each seed, desired by the waters below.

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