Today's poem is by Brian Foley


Our first time
at dusk. Somehow.
We never scream.

In decision lives
a grenade. I guess,
blank with prey.

How much a stir
can slow understanding.

As soon as we finish
we want to be

understood again.

Copyright © 2014 Brian Foley All rights reserved
from The Constitution
Black Ocean
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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