Inside

You opened the door in the storm, said, “Come inside.”

Into your life I stepped; it was so warm inside.

 

Weeks long past— I couldn’t bear to shift my gaze.

Wrong words— I fled. Tears marked that he was torn inside.

 

Oh, gentle rhythm swimming in me, soothe my thoughts.

How long now? Bones, eyes, hair are born inside.

 

Our war accrued casualties. Caught over enemy lines,

Those unlucky. Does shrapnel adorn your insides?

 

Peering in the robin’s quilted nest sent us to the riverbed.

No sky blue eggs, but a buzzing swarm inside!

 

Belittle me— spout vicious evils if you wish.

I proclaim: I will never let this scorn inside.

 

Watch Frances, twirling in her moldy dress.

Youth; the dream we choose to mourn inside.

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