Poetry

Barren

Playing solitaire
in the desert I lost
the two of hearts
in the sand
beneath the bones
of a long abandoned
swing set jutting
up like the ghostly
bones of Chernobyl
so I sat silently
Alone
The sun branding
my arms with scars
I had lost
An unwinnable farce
without two hearts
joined and strong
Even the scorpions
paused their
crawling
Longing

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