An old lover

Not having been on a beach in years
The tide touches the tips of my toes
And I know that if I stay there,
next time it will be between them.


Mud

A field of huge broken eggshells,
their monsters long gone,

crumble into powder
under our feet.


Objectivity
 
As many as 26% of us find love.
Only 26% of us find love.
26% find love.


Other places
 
Even though I'd never
cut up potatoes in his rough, slow way,
or placed them one by one
in bubbling water
I lose myself
in his abandonment.

Tristan Moss

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