Odysseus Did Not Forget Telemachus I.
He may have, but I
cannot. Telemachus consumes
my thoughts like Charybdis, mouth
open and swallowing
without discernment, and
though I am not ready to journey
for Ithaca, I gaze
through my window at the sea
and wonder how
he has grown, how
he has fought, how his daughters
imagine the world at war.
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Nice! I love where this poem goes!
Gorgeous as always Kel!