Celeste
celeste left me hanging
she hung up the phone
we were at odds
changing
she was
a certain woman
certainly a woman
i was a diving man
diving into the vortex
a whirling hole
i was an ugly man
all i did with that silent phone
was cough & sneeze
she wasn't there any more
she might as well be in montana
i just put on music
and cried my best
i'd go up to montana to find her
& stand alone at some railroad spur
the sun burning still in the sky
as my tears again come
hopelessly
pitifully
burning
poem by Stan Petrovich
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