The storm’s upon me, I will bow and submit.
I will sit on the rocks by the shore.
I will watch the waves come over me.

I will launch from the rocks,
slide under the waves,
and drown.

In the morning you’ll find a body like mine
with seaweed in his hair and long lines
of green stretched behind him like contrails.

I won’t be there. I’ll be long gone.
Where am I headed?
To places where the body is unwanted.

The world is vast and
open if you travel
unencumbered.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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