Tiny Bones in the Gray Earth

Half a man,

Sauntering along

Upward sidewalks.



Hollowed of a core,

Smushed fruit left to the

Buzzards by an overflowing



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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