“This Bitter Earth” by Sergio A. Ortiz
Literature, PoetrySmoke in my eyes;
a silhouette,
a line of sea-salt,
rainbow memories
mingled with bluegrass
on a castaway sail.
And there you are
sitting on a pile of sand.
And here I am, silent Delaware
watching you count minutes
from behind each other’s veils.
But for these veils
we walk among our anxieties
too conscious of our nakedness.