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At the Bottom of the Sea

Alejandro Lucero | Poetry

my dead parents step closer  
shaded by the underbelly  

of a passing steamship 
a dark cloud only I can see  

my sadness inside  
I dissolve into the storm before me  

the road away blocked  
by a family of thinning trees  

they’ve suffered the wind  
their branches rattled free  

of their color their reds and yellows
a traffic light that won’t turn green 

but this is not the bottom of the sea  
this is not my parents approaching