I tried to grab you chase
the cat’s eye marble
clouding your eyes so startled
as I pulled you back
from the edge of wherever you stood
the boy who refused to carry a standard.
Tried to wrap my arms
around why you
remained an empty outline
a Morse Code of dots and dashes
a password of avalantic disaster.
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Holding on to the Fringes of Love
Review of my poetry collection “Two Places” by Nina Serrano of Estuary Press.