Rip Tide
I hitchhiked up to Limbo
to await that final toll
But lost my way when Siren’s called
which led me to the shoals
My thumb went back inside my palm,
their voices soft and low
No closer to those pearly gates
—this darkened undertow
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
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