Alan Toltzis

The Physiology of Sorrow

I never noticed

its slowness

how my blood

curdled and wept

as its tears crept 

into invisible

spaces

between my cells.

 

Bring me the sudden rain of hard country

that will not sink beneath the land

but rushes over rock, through gulley

sweeping branches, stones, and sand

           

          over dams

                           to a wide and

                                                 brimming lake.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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ISSUE 94
Neptune

 

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