Choice Poem

by jlupia

James Lupia

ENG 302

Choice Poem

 

It takes another five years

to know which direction

you need to stand to face the sun

 

The ocean crashes into waves

splintering rust over golden shores

Flailing in concise

and immediate

time

 

The burning light

brightens the sand

and sea at midnight

 

I turned my car around

And drove to your house

But you weren’t there

 

And I wonder

if I stood here motionless

would the slow turning rhythm

of the earth

bring you back?

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