In A Forlorn Moor

plans the moment I rush in &

I

was left out there. stranded,
the shore is far -- i'll hand it
to you, i was see through
like a sheer gown--
come the glances
come your stances
planted toward the waves
toward terror and the brave
open heart you won't give me
hoping still you'll outlive me and

I

drowned. waterlung shipwreck--
coughing fit,
cold neck.

nothing left to see, nothing
but the old sea.