Debris Poem by M.C. Bruce

Debris



Sometime in the night
over a dark ocean
my heart went missing,
the last signals
incomprehensible.

In the morning
on the back of the blank water
debris:
a torn love seat
a symphony program
a blanket from our bed.

And all along the horizon
a long trail
of oil and tears
and heart's blood.

Monday, September 29, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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Written after one of our frequent airline disasters.
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M.C. Bruce

M.C. Bruce

Orange, California
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