staying

Jean-Avenidas.-Sea-Glass

i stepped into an apartment once,
the basement apartment of a poet;

i could smell it in the cedar,
in the ink and terracotta.

i wanted to stay until she came back;
i wanted to know her, be in her

circle, trace her curves as she
spun her words from the earth.

too small, my friend said—
this apartment is too small.

i left with an ache that
stayed with me for days.

on my way out i touched a green
stone on a shelf by the door:

it may have been sea glass,
it may have been my birth stone,

it may have been my
birth right to say

i’m staying.


Art: Sea Glass by Jean Avenidas

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2 thoughts on “staying

  1. operahell says:

    Now it will stay with you. ❤

  2. lunachik4 says:

    Yes. Now I am the basement poet. 😉

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