The Broken Well - Poem by Jacob Coleman
Wells of muddled memory are my eyes-
Remember eyes, how you could not even
Swallow what wild beauty came rushing in
From that green country, with its gentle breath
So still, all aglow beneath golden skies?
Remember how that day we rose from death?
Let loose the pail and draw that beauty back.
Stir my muddled memory till it’s clear…
(Eyes don’t fail me!) Darn it, something I lack!
Sentimental fool. All this for a tear! ! !
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