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The Plank


10.29.17 Posted in today's words by

Thom Young’s most recent poem to appear here was “The Beach” (August 2017)

The Plank
By Thom Young

the other night
was our last night
together,
and when I laid her
under the wooden planks
from centuries ago,
the angels sang
a song everybody
loves
but nobody remembers.
and even her ghost
is quiet now.
and my dinners
never
taste as good
any more.



One Response to “The Plank”

  1. I have a lump in my throat. Beautiful.

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