Sediment Sick
poetry by David Colson
David Colson is a regular Winter Spirit Camp attendee. He's a father and husband, active poet,
and is lead partner of "Raven Realty", providing house buying and selling expertise in North Denver
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I break down and grab a fist-
full of sand like a hand-
full of woe and throw
like a mouth full of No! and wish
I did not ever
know
And in that little little
lake like mirror
ripples and rings of spray
and spit of scram
scatter the sky in ripples
and rings
I mock me
with what pain you
Smite the smile and kill the calm
with that you fling
Sand sand ever more never more rock
but fall and feel as mud
Sediment sick we lie
Oh sky
Oh sky
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