The call

When the call comes
I’m convinced my trust is not enough yet

And I can see yet forever

The roots defy the tide
But the tide is rooted in 100 bijillion gallons of sea

Somewhere I remember,
and I swallow


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One response to “The call

  1. feeless free writer

    you know what i think is cool about poetry? the way one tiny line can feel so important. i have been reading and rereading

    “And I can see yet forever.”

    because i know there is intention behind that italicized yet.

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