KB
a half-glimpsed face
populating
groundhog days
forgotten
among
the horrid haze
of
horizons
never ending
waves
never cresting
children
never shouting
seeds
never sprouting
moons
never shining
widows
never pining
forever
never lasting
rigor mortis
plastering
counterfeit smiles
onto
glassy-eyed visages
for
posterity
