at the bottom of a page
where a story smudges,
drips and falls to the floor
I said what about less?
You said what about more?
Chasing you down the Petoskey stone shore...
Years past are sea glass smooth
indigo blue and malachite
now broken bottle memories
cut me in the middle of the night
before a hint of dawn
carves a molten gash in the sky
Another day of chaos and loss
but not silenced
at the bottom of a bottle of sauce
All that remains is the ring of a cup
On the vintage coffee table
you simply had to have