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Wednesday Poem of the Week: Wading by Viggo Mortensen

0 Comments 29 August 2012

Wading by Viggo Mortensen

Pieces of you drift by in the dead of the afternoon

on the yellow tip of a wave.

The same shark that came to shore at the end of yesterday

rolls sickly

bumping coral like a tired drunk

to avoid being eaten at low tide.

He is not afraid of me, I am thinking of you.

So much gone from memory that I am left with just your teeth.

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