I have felt you in these

Blue houses.

Full, like silver-bellied

Fish

Flipping, flopping

Sloppily in silken nets.

I have felt your presence

Here like warm

Summer mists.

I have even felt you on the soft pads of my

Feet as sharp stones

In this wide shore.

As sharp stones.

As implacid and

Round-hard in my palms

As sharp stones.

I have felt you

Weep aloud in me

I have felt your gasp

And every sigh.

I have felt your presence

In this gritty wind.

 

I feel the hollowness today.

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