Gold Medal from New York Literary Magazine
THE TEAR-CATCHER
The salt-taste of my tears
bears memories buried
in the corolla of a rose,
in the odours of my childhood
as I barely wake from a dream
to find our tryst abandoned.
Vigilant, always alert,
like a dolphin, I offer you
my tears, frangible as glass,
witnesses of a deep sea-birth,
witnesses carrying the immensity
of the sea within my eyes.
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