Face a flashing beacon by Terry Cummings


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You look up at me
With worry in your shoulders
Face a flashing beacon
Warning
careful
Careful
teeth shine
Beyond taut smile and
Clench
Eyes host furious wonder and might
Availing want and calmness
And cry silently
Careful
Careful
And so I fill my carton slowly
Carefully
So as not to splash
Not to make a sound, and we whisper
And we caress away the careful
And at last careful is made forgotten
Cremated, buried, forgotten
And we cast as anglers
Into stormy waters
Knowing that fish won in tempest
Taste the sweetest
We hungry fishermen
Cast and cast and cast
Until our arms are barren
And we can cast no more
You look up at me
With calm in your shoulders
Face a flashing beacon