Wearing Away

I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.

the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.

Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.

Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.

Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.

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