Night creaked about them like a game of chairs;
They looked for safety and again and again
Clung to the eroding island of each other.
Pale blue, their shipwreck eyes beseeched us
Like eyes of Christian martyrs at the circusó
Still, no one wanted to talk to the newlyweds.
The Missouri Review Winter 2011
Copyright © 2011 by Monica Ferrell
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Reproduced by Poetry Daily with permission