The Counter

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The sound of a rock

being held by a whirlwind

two of four windows

moan in my house

We ran through the valley

like teenage break-ins

promising each, at the expense

of another, that they would be saved.

I will hold your hand

when the twister tries to eat you

And I will hold you hand, too

once the other stops listening.

Over and over and over again we say it.

My friend the doctor

grown fat with diagnosis

and sandwich meat

has new secrets

and smiles sadly

at everything sweating

up the stairs

from my sauna,

but Carmen doesn't mind.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Poet, the poem is amazing.
"We ran through the valley
like teenage break-ins
promising each, at the expense
of another, that they would be saved."
I loved the above lines. When we give everything to someone. We had lived. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[ms. understood]

"Promising each, at the expense of another, that they would be saved." Very strong line right there.

[likesgreeneggsandham]

And I will hold your hand, too
once the other stops listening.

Over and over and over again we say it.

These lines made me want to cry. Beautiful in all its sweet sadness. Your poetry brings up such imagery of loss. Or maybe its just me