KEEP TALKING

Hounding for sapphires, my life
continues like a court case neither party
has their hearts in anymore. Legal fee days

give way to sluicewater nights, the river
is so cold you can’t do
a whole pan in one go,

you have to split it up like gravel
in the crusher. My dreams
have gotten harder & harder

to remember, I know
I’m still having them somehow
but most mornings I awake blank, alarmed

& disprepared. Asparagus touches my head
gently, with a paw through the rods
holding up the stair rail.

Are you okay says his face.
Yes, you’re okay
says his walking away

John Doe
Poet, Independent Writer
IN CONVERSATION WITH
Tom Snarsky