Watershed by Matthew ZangenLove, you are a feckless slope,
an inertial slip of days
swinging praise into picture frames,
taking turns tallied in time remembered
only in passing throes;
you are a magpie on a muddy grave
plucking blame from confessions,
singing songs of rain in vain processions,
asking if it's okay to be brave. 05/12/2018 Posted on 05/12/2018 Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen
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