Ivy dying on a pier,
stone crumbling;

the skeleton of a boat
sinking into sand;

I carry the sum
all through the years:

subtracting from sunlit walls,

a child digging a hole,
taking away something
deeper than himself.

(published in The Stony Thursday Book, 2011)

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