100 Crooked Footsteps
Early in the morning
And insatiable
A drifter on the dock
Washes what was once
The stain of love.
100 crooked footsteps
I flounder
Under the hail
From beach to door
With a painful thrust
I dream of Julie
As branches danse
To a witches brood
I shake a stick
And ask what am I
Am I not happy?
I am of age
Yet beauty’s fatal kiss
Docks itself
100 crooked footsteps
From my door
Crow faster
Crow stronger
Copyright © Niall Cuddy | Year Posted 2018
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