past a window of one of the run down garden apartments
into breeze
sharp tinged like cooked carrots and mildew
this idea is not original
that the surface can remain still
and the view, beautiful
no indication of the inverse mountain
of grief quietly drifting below
last night's dream of S.
dislodged some piece worn thin
fracturing off even after years
gone since our varying goodbyes
the splash of its surfacing
welling up as i drove us to work
but not spilling over
© e e stanley 2010(?)
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