A Good Goodbye
We are shy at the river
as if nearing a new
mirror, the sky
stretches and grips it,
drives it into
the loch's gasping
mouth -
I stand with thoughts
for dinner and you,
the sole hanging
loose from your shoe,
yet, both here,
unbeknown
and displaced
by boredom at the edge
of this great unthinking
delta, we are rendered
as by all endings,
incredible.
GJ Hart currently lives and works in London and has had work published in Isacoustic, Nine Muses Poetry, The Molotov Cocktail, The Jersey Devil Press, The Harpoon Review and others. He can be found arguing with himself over @gj_hart.
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