Cape Es


Air sparked in the throat,
the sky hurt with emptiness.
Certain this was the road
I sought no other:
breathed it in.

I saw the invisible lark
tearing at the silence
and felt the cold kiss
of dead weeds under
the blistered ice.

I never felt the parting,
already the sea was in my ear
and the sickness deep.
Teeth ground sand,
salt scored my eye.


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