How do you Move an Ocean?
She stands on the front porch,
Looks through the moving truck
To the east,
Expecting the sun to rise
In the late afternoon;Her glasses clogged
With box-cutting dust
And scratched
By the absence of
Not even a door of hanging beads
To keep her distance
From the warmth
Inside;
Now she is outside,
The cement as unforgiving
As the lawyers pen,
Cracks between the lines
Indecipherable
To none but the author
And [...]
