Scenes of the Brokenhearted
I.
His arm falls across her like a broken limb
over a stream. Their legs wind like roots around,
she feels his breathing slow to a dreaming
rhythm. His breath is warm on her neck
II.
If you kill an ant near its colony
the others will come for the body
If you crush the ones who come
more will follow
III.
The grass on the golf course
can see over fences
IV.
The quarry plummets in large, orderly steps.
From a distance it seems he could just step
right down into the rock
V.
The tiny bird flaps rapidly and then, pinning
its wings to its side, plummets.
It bobs
through the maze of naked branches
like a yo-yo. She knows what it feels in its stomach, why
it lets itself fall like that for
just a moment
in the air
poem by Kelly E Gemmill
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