The bawling never subsides
The claim
Then the realization that absolutely nothing can be done
It
Lingers like the aroma of dead flowers scattered under a Magnolia tree
The essence of what was
Is distant
And I squint my eyes exceptionally hard to see the horizon beyond a hazy oasis
My mouth so arid
It is as though I draw breath through the sand in an emense heat
Choking, sobbing in my hands
While I gag
These original poem (poetry) are written and copyrighted by Juana M. Gumbs. All rights are reserved by her in May 2021 (C)