by M F Drummy
Fragments, sand,
glass: a picture
window. Eyes closed,
we gaze out across
the limestone
wasteland, waves
crashing nearby,
seaspray
on our faces,
rain shells
flapping
in the breeze,
the role of
emptiness
in our lives
now made
manifest,
sheep grazing
on the hillside,
wind turbines
whirring,
clouds low,
sunlight filtering
through, you
remove your
sunglasses—
your lustrous
eyes—and, taking
my hand in our
middle age, say
If this, my dear,
were to be our
last best dream…
If it were
to be. If
it were.
M F Drummy holds a PhD in historical theology from Fordham University. The author of numerous articles, essays, poems, reviews, and a monograph on religion and ecology, his work has appeared, or will appear, in Allium, Anti-Heroin Chic, Aureation, BRAWL, Emerge, FERAL, Heimat Review, Hibiscus, Main Street Rag, Meetinghouse, Muleskinner Journal, orange juice, Poemeleon, Reverie, Spare Parts, Winged Penny Review, and many others. Originally from Massachusetts, he and his way cool life partner of over 20 years enjoy splitting their time between the Colorado Rockies and the rest of the planet. He can be found at: Instagram @miguelito.drummalino Website https://www.pw.org/directory/writers/m_f_drummy
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