Jim Trainer

all we brought’s what we carried

In loss, poem, Poetry on July 28, 2015 at 3:49 pm

and we threw our butts in the fire
picked peach yellow lilies from the wildgrass
cast the hot water over, from the corn
even ol’ Ave’, spilled over, in the lake.
“we’re made of all we lost”
but what is loss but a thin black line
perforating us from her starry cloth
that they lay smothered in, watching us
watching
laughter rent the heart loose in its cage of bone
watching
as we fill ourselves on food and wine and pie
all we brought’s what we carried
and something carried us
our lives theirs to covet and admire.

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  1. fuckin a… shooting star, breath-taking.

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