Shipwrecked
How dumb I was
when I danced into that
countryside floral
patched square of greenery
and
an expectation that was no more than a rogue wave,
tilted and uncanny as the solar eclipse,
washed me up like a dead seal
to your shore of lure and promise,
hot and heavy as a snowdrift,
then changed into
the finality of a shipwreck.
I was the aftermath of young parents,
who toured the ruins of Athens
before they hit thirty.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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