Promontory

In the years we bathed in gasoline
and played with matches,
I attained most of my extremes
and never wished to return.

We separated after a year
of burning photographs
and stethoscopes
and all of our money.

She now lives outside
a city on an ocean bay
that regularly knows flooding
and shuttered fishing boats.

I now live on a mountain
where sorrow has thickened to granite.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney

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