fall back

waking to an empty

house, the light tripping

across the quiet

 

my love is states away

 

a beautiful silent film

that keeps playing, that

 

keeps falling back

and springing

 

ahead; a glorious loop

crying out for pause

 

as the people laugh and

shake their bellies and

wait for their ship to come in

 

the storyteller dances on

the dock to the soft click and

 

fuzz of the reel, stitch-sweeping

the curious eyes, mouths,

non-voices of clowns

 

while the ship creeps

 

across the cutting

room floor

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