#poem #poetry #amwriting #napowrimo transmission 6

transmission 6

background words leach into the detail
smeared and slarring obscurity
and you shake you head
clumsy as a child's first skip

and we walk holding hands
passing eyes closed the man
who smells like my father

nothing stillness echo your heels
on whitewashed walls
splash in the dust of dead puddles

it blurs and it bleeds

it remains out of mind

The Blue Book

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