Gallops ashore and dives across the sand as if,
After days of journey, he has finally reached
The bed of his lover.
That he is a cuckold
And the last to know.
He winks a bunch
As he backs away, though
He is clearly nauseas and in a hurry to die.
poetry blog of Joseph Clarke, student at the MFA in Writing program at the University of San Francisco
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