Cassie Lewis – Driftwood

Cassie Lewis

Driftwood

We go towards specific moments lunging onto the departed bus. Once I found you saddled with cares and left you with more paper. Some day of bronze light. A curtain aping the moon. Day is a buoy on the water. Heaven will reward us all with too much light, far better the cool shade of a forest. I evaporate in details but you summon me like rain. Broken cots. The overpowering need to run very fast careless of direction. To bury hatred forty feet below the sea, in a cast iron box, and throw away its memory. To bury at all. There are poppies blooming all over the hills.

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