— Vicki L Harvey

The ghost of an old life
dances circles of long ago,
almost touching that sacred
space. . . .

That place deep in the belly
of decay.

The beat is the same rhythm
of the ocean, wild and fierce.

Tasting the warm salty tears
of a fool who will learn soon
enough about a concrete

There is no word to describe
a cat covered in dirt

cold and hungry, only wanting
A warm safe place to find love.

One thought on “Unresolved

  1. This is my favorite poem of yours, Vicki! I love your use of metaphors here. It elevates personal despair into something that is universal.

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