Pursuit
I was irresponsible
almost obsessively so
I watched the grass grow green on the back porch
then turn gray with the stone
It took me almost a month
to brush off the dust
and breathe in a cloud
of something new gone old
I have spent a long time
coughing up a lover
from the very bottom of my throat
I just loved this poem, from the almost casual tone of the first line to its strong startling last line
This poem would make a great song.
Amazing.