Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Mitchel Montagna writes

The Breakup

The sunlight slipped through the leaves and burned my eyes
and stirred the honeyed shadow of her skin
We found milkweed where the bare creek used to rise
Its fragrance spiraled through our heads like gin.
There was nothing that I had ever wanted more
We must have hacked through that wild scrub for years
With a half-moon ablaze we rested on the shore
The glow that shaped her face was blurred with tears.   
On sleepless nights I still can hear that aching cry
The mourning doves would haunt us like a prayer
When dawn rose it bleached the stars out of the sky
and warmed a breeze that swayed her auburn hair.

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