05 Mar
You pressed, "Always treasure the forest."
Because under green we united in creation–
stars exploding to a spray of sparks
vaporizing all doubt and fear into cinders

brought to a rustic platform
overlooking Brown County Forest
teetered backward over the edge
by reflex, I caught you
suspended in thin air

sobbing from vertigo, blurted
"This is how I trust you. Never never let me go." 
see how I haven't, I simply can't, no----

but the ring fingers
slipped apart

put you
into the grip 
of the ocean

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Posted by on March 5, 2022 in Poetry


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