while

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Girl Left Behind, Eastman Johnson

the sky changed
color whie i thought i was watching
it the ocean receded
under my feet when i believed i was
wading
the weather turned
cold even as i shed
my jacket
the world went to sleep
without a lullaby
the moon was
only a sliver of light
when i knew that it had been
round the
night before the rain
ceased and the
ground began to
crack
as i launched
my canoe and
all the while i
thought
my suitcase was
sufficiently packed
but i wasn’t taking a trip
after
all….

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One thought on “while

  1. Incredible poem which touches me deeply as I go through the same cracked grounds …. but guess what , my sun returned ,as always, and yours will surely do … Hang on beautiful soul …. Wonderful

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