I could see him thinking
at the top of his lungs
as desolation seeped
from the wounds
in my belly

Murky water revealed
the shadows we’d tried to escape
while giant mayflies
struck
our bitter, fragile limbs

Just as much
as that black and white day
when her delicate hands
carried baby's breath
he finds himself
adrift in her eyes
still pleading
with
the clocks

Under bruised skies
in late July
she hoarded electric life
in blue Ball jars

Dandelion dust
twitched across her face
as time
inevitably would