.
The familiar constriction
of bang and violence
still surprises me
the downbeat of an airport drop off
In the emptiness that follows
I see through a corner of my eye
down the tunnel of warm milk
toast buttered to the edges
a fat, hot tear
I smell your absolute absence
.
Your Cousin’s borrowed memory
deserted, ruined Croft
rocky bay and black seals
the swirling, freezing North sea
Nova Scotia’s cold marble headstone
I feel the Gulf Stream rising in me
blood and longing
I hold this serpentine stone flat in my hand
and see you flicker
in my Son’s eyes
Beautiful and heartwarming. 🙂
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