Cast Spells
American Quilts
The muted applause of rainSleeves wrapped like licorice on the back seat of our trainSplintered driftwood half moon on my toungeAnd other things the backs of leaves should have warned us fromLike laying down in pilesAnd laughing all day longJackets sewn like an American quiltIn a smileThe patience of sea salt smoothing shards of a bottleReminding us that we're hereReminding us that we never leftReminding us that we're on our way homeWe made sand from the shakersPreviously lent to the beach by usWe were palm brooms finally learning to stomach their saltsThat's when she said"There are so many things I would have thrown in the oceanWhen I was younger, but underneath couch cushions seems a less obvious goodbye"And I agreedAnd continued to build her an ashtray in the sandThe muted applause of rainSleeves wrapped like licoriceOn the back seat of our train
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