this miscommunication;
missed communications,
our messages sealed
in fragile bottles of hope,
missing each others'
steadfast islands
swayed in
the currents' indifference
downed telegraph lines
leaking their precious
pulses into the ground,
wires twisting in gravel
seeking their place
in the sky, reunion
with the half
they were torn from
shouts and whispers
secrets, confessions
uttered under cold waters,
words bubbling skyward
unheard as we're
this wordless drowning
in silence
Jon Bohrn (1999)



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