Setting sail

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Setting sail

Belongings
Confession
Parting
Corner
Partition
Road
Setting sail
Compensation
Spillage
Scraps

I

My mother suspected that whatever was visiting me
in my sleep would rattle the roof of our house
and that my heart was defiled above all else by love
so she poured my dreams into the street roofed only
with accusations
refreshing the lungs of dust
but she overlooked two tears at the bottom of the
bucket
which crept stealthily into her eyes
and have rained down ever since.

AuthorHoda Ablan
2018-08-21T17:23:37+00:00 August 1st, 2002|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 27|0 Comments