Saturday, 28 July 2012

a long time coming

then at last the tears come
bubbling over past a cork succumbing
with all that shaking
staining a path of salt
a tribute, a toast, a tip of the hat
toward the empty chair the absence
gnashing and wanting to swallow

toss it the bottle now dry at last
get up and sweep the floor

Published in On Wisdom's Wings, Ginninderra Press, 2013. 

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