Drying Off

Again
my river eyes:
over the banks
Athena’s memories
flood the plains, my cheeks

Half-masted lids
stream thoughted,
unthroated scream
a murmur on salted lip corner

I can not stand
nor swim away.
A waterfall would
swallow me
if ever I would sleep
to see you drown
under
beyond entreaties
me,
again

I told them
the heavens

Help her.

—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

Poetry Books By Douglas Gilbert

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