Marc Carver, 7/12


Concrete curtains
and salmon loaves
between the place where
sleep and wake lay.
There is a man there too
trapped under ice
looking up to see frosted light.
i am with my old friend again now
i want to confess to him
but he shakes his head
telling me
There is no need.
Promote. Poetry.
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