Be good to her,
Always,
Yet love was brutal in its giving.
Sun flashed on the sinking boat
The ocean was a vast page
Blue with white-ink foam.
Speak no words for Sylvia
She wanders down city streets,
Lost among the fields
Searching scattered flowers for her home.
Her coral bones, pearls as eyes,
Outstretched arms
Hands that reach to empty skies.
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