SCROLL
The endless stream ends
“You’re All Caught Up”
perhaps in the fishing line of images
Someone takes your sunset
and raises you a moon
Another fence has been given a face
You’ve been using your hand
to measure portion sizes of protein
From the palm to first knuckle
Rubber bullet sized you now know
The body feels to be yours
Feel again
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Really love how the literal and concrete of the scroll slips seamlessly into the reflection.
Thanks!
perhaps in the fishing line of images
Someone takes your sunset
and raises you a moon
and the last several lines. Great poem.
Your words capture many levels the way great poets write.