Saturday, June 16, 2012

Bones in the closet

I trip over old bones in her closet
from the last man she brought here
bits of things left behind
which she forgot to throw out
meaningless out of context
except as clues to some journey
some other man took
one of many failed columbuses
who turned back before
they fell off the edge
of her world,
and I wonder
if I am any less scared than they,
and if I, too, will turn back,
the way they have,
l.eaving little clues to my passing here
more bones to collect in her closet
for future sailors to find.

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