Wednesday, July 29, 2015

high water mark.



would he recognize her
passing by
on the street

a blurred apparition in
his peripheral vision
a negative of the quiet
remaining memories

she is no longer captive
beneath his ribcage

remnants of her hair
her poetry
and her smell

washed away
by another trip
to the sea



© 7.29.2015 heather brager



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