Tagged: island

after some use, hearts

after some use, hearts
lose that pealing
sound, the one
that brings islands
closer, as if you
were folding up
a map, finally
confident in your
way. after some
use, the thumping
wears away the
lining, hollows out
a dull ache, abandons
red Xs across small
towns, major cities –
treasure exhausted,
no need to return
.
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home is an

home is an
island, just
beyond
swimming
distance, a recurrent
consideration.

family is a
feeling, folded
so repeatedly
all the determination
in the world cannot
undo its creases
.
20100830:2024
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