Illustration © 2019 Dr. T. Eratopo
I am still
waiting
for the sea to send you back
hoping
for proof you are sinew and bone
and not the haze of a man
I barely recall after
twenty
long
years
I am still
hounded
by suitors
betrayed
by servants
I cannot
bide my time
so I
weave my time
instead
I am still
creating
with each sun
unraveling
with each moon
a burial shroud for your father
It might as well
be
my
own
© 2019 Jennifer Bushroe
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