Lineman
You ride the poles of my
electric memory. I feel
your grip on the wires
of my need.
I mourne at last your
absence. The pulse
Is faint now. You will climb
the last time soon
to dry the lines, wipe
the torn wires
and stop the
pulsing
of
your
aching name.
The pounding code
of a life
overturned.
Caroline Shank
Jul 26, 2022
Jul 26, 2022 at 3:53 PM UTC
Lineman
You ride the poles of my
electric memory. I feel
your grip on the wires
of my need.
I mourne at last your
absence. The pulse
Is faint now. You will climb
the last time soon
to dry the lines, wipe
the torn wires
and stop the
pulsing
of
your
aching name.
The pounding code
of a life
overturned.
Caroline Shank
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