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Tumblers rusted in the sun

rain has fallen, it’s never done

of all the things I wish I knew –

how to walk through darkest hue

tumblers push against my rib

it’s hard to breathe and hard to live

the pain of turning into ghost –

hands can’t hold those I love the most

eyes can’t feign a small delight

mind can’t scoop the glowing light

hope won’t dress the circumstance

these tumblers lock in place


Β© 2016 Tammy Mezera

Book Β In And Out Of Unison