Wednesday, April 23

Impasse

IMPASSE
This impasse looms
blooms into misconceptions
reflections strange
derange its face
displace the joy
boy she thought she might have felt.
 
This deadlock wails
pales as the morning glory’s
story concludes
exudes defeat
sweet at each dawn
yawns the sleep that folds its head.
 
This sign-off spoils
coils serpentine fingers through
blue-gray shadows
gallows where hang
pangs whose last twitch
stitch the shroud of unsought end.
 

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