Mad Mad

irons caves and the sea

blue a thought longing

prolonging into green

birds

when really there is nothing

and time won’t tell

a rotten cucumber

a thing

so a deep breath exhaled

like a prisoner

is all.

 

The above poem is from my second book Circling the Sky (2013).

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