June 2

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I got on the wrong bridge
and had to leave town.

True story, and more
to read there than

these dreams–
deep water, still

water, such a dumb
expanse today, a blue

stilled tongue, but
for what cause? There’s

the unease, as cars
spill like beads

across these spans–
to regret is to be

on the wrong side
of something.

Even sleeping now
I am chasing it–

What? I don’t know.
Only that I’ve missed it.


  1. Now I know what you were doing all that time you were gone from WordPress. Writing beautiful poetry.


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