Time, without a whisper
Washed away my memories
As the bluest sea once did
An August night
To four footprints
And a name
... Cities of steel, of old stone and blue smoke
Colicky children, men short of morning breath
Unmade beds, and burning lands
Stole all my new time
To fill
A silent old space
But,
An August night
On a balcony over a narrow street
I, again, inhaled the night song
Of a frothy, angry, and unforgiving
Dark sea
And, with gratitude,
I wiped my fears
With unfolding
Scar tissue
May 31, 2022
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2022
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