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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