No matter how often you knock
on the ocean the ocean
just waves. No matter
how often you enter the ocean
the ocean still says
no one’s home. You must leave
her dear Ursula. As I write this
they polish the big
chandelier. Every prism
a sunset in abstract
or bijou foyer depending
on where you stand.
They take it apart every Fall
& call it Spring cleaning.
They bring me my tea.
They ask me my name
& I tell them — Ursula,
I don’t even know
how to miss who you left.
So many cabanas
to choose from tonight
but only one view.
It’s the sea.
What keeps me awake
is the sound of you sleeping
beside me again my dear Ursula,
Ursula, Ursula dear — then
you’re nothing
but waves & I break.
Srikanth Reddy. Poema publicado na Jacket2. Retirado daqui.
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