Smithereens Press Chapbooks The Sea Path by Ciarán O'Rourke | Page 27

as if to make
grief ripple,
life break through,
to see you sit
without contagion,
your hands at ease,
or leave entirely,
your shadow flying
from the sickbed sheets,
like a sunset suddenness
seeping the sedge,
the corncrake
croaking love tomorrow
at the island’s edge.

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