Stain Glass - Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Patterns of apertures and loss.
The ship’s guts spill the diamonds into the waves.
For a second,
The fish glitter unexpectedly before
They fade again into the abyssal wound.
Across the street,
The children do not play together anymore.
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