– Maciej Koniuszy
A river still as glass
Enhances the emptiness therein.
Each morning the birds
Resume their sentry
Paddling softly across
A deliquescing mirror.
They do not know of the evils
Contained within man
Those enterprises which
Customarily diminish heart.
–
Over time the boat
Solicits no further inquiry,
It’s transit, aimless,
It seeks no harbor
But holds fast
At a discreet distance
From those shores which
Trauma has so meanly dictated.
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