To Where I am Sailing


Slipping side ways
to find center

Blue Jays screeching louder
than my recollections of you--
almost

I count four bruises on my knee,
they are the constellation
with no story

Heartbreak always inspires something:
Truth and lies tangled in a poem

I could trade three books
for a pillow
in hopes of sleeping better tonight


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