The Accident
The air has a burnt flavor
tonight – I guess, that’s the
taste of grief; we all breathe
it in and blow it out differently;
life never, for any of us
an endless road
lined with row
after row of blossoms
brimming over
with luscious
sunlight….
sort of like, “Starry Night” –
one can focus on a warmth
of gleams or step off into the
swirls of darkness between –
a cold slush of ears, and a slip into
deeper
madness…
or one can try and just focus
on the great love we shared –
our favorite press of beach
and how our rubbed bodies
proudly wore their
satisfying chaffing –
joyful seasons together
came and went without
interruption, till one day
ended with an
abrupt sharpness – there is
only a jagged edge left,
now and then
briefly soothed
with a splash of
fond memory….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2020
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