To Ocean Floors
you’re freezing feet and most admired
drizzling cityscape so tired
of boring through the screen
the saddest such machine
unwired
with eyes as dead as cellar doors
and sunken blue to ocean floors
why won't you sing along
this cemetery song
is yours
what ancient ground in time recovers
brittle hearts of teenage lovers
and tried without a trace
no other pearl to place
above hers
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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