Monday, December 18, 2017

fog crawled in my inner ear




leaving a message
on the drum
i was expecting it
     the beat that is
so hard to decipher now
in the fog

words will never suffice

it clouds all memory
     the fog that is
not unlike the steam
from a rainforest
or a coconut cluster approaching ripe

you're never sure
when it's time

--- e b bortz

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