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Today's poem is by Tracy K. Smith

El Mar

There was a sea in my marriage.
And air. I sat in the middle

In a tiny house afloat
On night-colored waves.

The current rolled in
From I don't know where.

We'd bob atop, drift
Gently out.

I liked best
When there was nothing

That I could
Or could not see.

But I know
There was more.

A map drawn on a mirror.
Globe cinched in at the poles.

Marriage is a rare game,
Its only verbs: am

And are. I aged.
Sometime ago

We sailed past bottles,
The strangest signs inside:

A toy rig. A halo of tears.
Rags like trapped doves.

Why didn't we stop?
Didn't sirens sing our names

In voices that begged with promise
And pity?



Copyright © 2007 Tracy K. Smith All rights reserved
from Duende
Graywolf Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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