Elsewhere
Someone told me about
wet ocher leaves
blanketing this colorless man,
standing still in places
that tear apart.
He had maps of dark paths
that he followed,
sadly leading only to absence,
there falling away like viridian,
melting as do mummies
in salt water,
changing from solid to flow,
opening tiny voids in his heart.
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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