Zywa The sails

My darling is gone
the earth pushes tidal
tears up through the sand

sails in the east
round me, signs
upon them, I walk

for miles
to spartina and seepweed
and fro to the beacon

build a stone tower there
break stone for stone
read word for word, listen

and build writing and
singing sentence for sentence
our love again

Poem 848
Amsterdam, 2016-10-28

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Collection: Local traffic 
Keyword: Missing: absence 
Keyword: Friesland% 
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