By Madison 
Date: 13 February 2000

breaking on the shore

her harbor 
weakens
it had no boats
roped and rocking
splashing layers 
repainted catchwords
bi-names of
lovers or children
her harbor has
no circles surrounding circles
no rippling reflections
of bright cotton shirts 
or aphoristic koozies
her jetty reaches out 
to nothing now 
the unknown
she covers her eyes
in shades
of white lies
to answer the questions 
her heart asks
demandingly so.




M Madison
13 feb 00