Sam
its odd he first to die
dropped in a river with
cinderblock bracelets
eyes open to his unseen
world lips parted for
voiceless joy he clinks
to the bottom and bubbles
rise. forever set motionless
to swim with the fish
Copyright © Michelle Wantland | Year Posted 2015
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