The sea’s invitation is gracefully declined.
The wedding band aged
but firm
beneath the knuckle,
holds
to children’s books
and mothers passed.
The memories
they are yet to live with
is the fear.
No words from the apex poet’s silence,
an unyielding field.
Rusted talons
score and grasp
nothing.
Pale eagle eyes
peer
to see the drowning.
Leave a comment