By Claude Roberto Veale
it's much quieter
breathing is a vista unbroken
as regular and calm as ocean
the hole i've dug nearby
the hole i called heart
slowly fills, full of ocean
i start to refill the hole
with sand. unmanned.
undone. unsung. unbecome.
Claudio Roberto Veale lives with his family in South Texas.
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