Tiny Bones in the Gray Earth

Half a man,

Sauntering along

Upward sidewalks.

 

Breached,

Hollowed of a core,

Smushed fruit left to the

Buzzards by an overflowing

Trashcan.

 

He chose this fate.

 

Aloneness is a course,

A single oar to paddle with,

A dinner reservation with one,

Pencil mark written down.

 

He explained how

Marriage might not come.

 

A crescent moon might remain itself,

Nothing to round it out.

 

I see what you meant.

 

As a bird is a bird for just

Awhile, then tiny bones

In the gray earth.

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2 thoughts on “Tiny Bones in the Gray Earth

  1. Intriguing observation, loneliness can be a curse brought upon by oneself. How fortunate and blessed I feel not to be in such a situation. Wonderful use of phrasing 🙂

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