Windowed Pain
Glass and fine china
Shattering to shards
C and A flat echo outward
Fog dissipating in crackling rime
Moon winds knife through soft silk
Sands race in rush back tide
Browning thunderous rolls of surf
A leaf , still green, torn from a defiant anchored stalk
Flattens against wet black rock
Love letters full of lies
Fly in shattered swirls of angry turmoil
And still a tear forms in warmth
To freeze in sea bound wind
The taste of hot sweet tea
Lingers in gingered memories
Shivering shudders of shunned sentiment
Held in by tight wrapped fisted arms
Feelings swiftly clutch
Anger feels familiar fury
Again
Damn it all
Again
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