when I sat up you were
there, waiting for me
and I shadowed the
smile on your face
so now we both smile
with each other
a wave that rolls
around a bank
there is still the sand of the country
in your toes
the sun, the
poverty,
and clicking bugs you
avoid as you step
I am the clean pavement
a luxury
I crush
roaches
squeal in motion with the
water
this wave has
rolled right over
your sobered eyes
are still squinting
I can almost see the
crows feet
it breaks
and crashes
on the shore
(c) Caitlin Crowley
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here's my answer to that:
Nineteen years
Some men been in jail since before I was born
Maybe still there when I die
I'm lucky to be on the outside
Watch the sun come up this morn
From an airplane on the day I was born
Saw the city below like it was fiction
Fairy tale low to the ground, atmosphere all around
Wonder if it was wiped away
Clean slate nature native population
Look back in time, before men came
Through the ruins and rubble bound to come
Battles fought, blood lost, grown men
Crying for the womb again
Indians hunting, surviving off the land
Dinosaurs and dragons and the big bang
Maybe they'll be back again
Out of curiosity, to see where the old land has gone
Maybe I'll be back again
To see the sun before the dawn
I like how yours has a feeling of tragic love and sort of the way things come to an end, but the end is not permanent, and maybe in the distant future history will repeat itself. i really liked this poem of yours.
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