Photo: Atchoo, via WikiMedia
Tell Me How
Tell me about the dandelion
weightlessness of fine blonde hair
in a deep tub of warm water
Tell me about the hushed
porcine grunts and whimpers
made by a litter of nursing pups,
aquiver with urgency, while
their mother, eyes half open,
rests patiently on her side
Tell me how, when the fog
rolls in from the darkness,
an echoing silence descends
on the harbor, muffling
the thunder of waves
against the jetty, while
magnifying the commonplace,
rendering each overheard voice
an unexpected intimacy
And tell me how—when you
last saw her, and took her
in your arms to wrench
a final goodbye from the aching
knot in your chest,
you suddenly realized
that, for a moment, she knew
who you were
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
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