We gather at the dock
to push out the boat,
where another one sleeps.
A mid-sentence pause,
an open door,
gathering fruit flies.
So, this is how it ends,
on black and white waters.
I’ll give them something to remember.
I learned to never fall in love,
my heart will never break.
Who will feed the cats now?
In need of a drink,
to make dizzy distractions.
Bring me the night.
Now I’m seeded
and scarred for the future.
The father carries a scythe.
No one must ever know
the secrets under my hat
hiding from the birds.
I need to set some fires
before I take my turn
to travel down the flood.
They expect a surprise ending
to carry the story forward
in their imagination.
Written for an AllPoetry contest:
write me something that feels like it shouldn’t exist – distorted reality, fractured thought imagery that hits wrong in the right way
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