Darigan Daily Drop
- Sep 22, 2020
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Footnote Feelings

footnote feelings

go unread

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

Birds sing

before a hint of dawn

carves a molten gash in the sky

Another day of chaos and loss

questions muted

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

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