I will not be seen today &
how does it worry me?

out there a city swells
from river to weeds

like a silvery fish
taking first hesitant steps on land

unnoticed like most history
I hear it serenade with castanets

invisible like me
parts of the same dissolute fluid

we have passed the test
of loneliness

even our scars blank in the opaque
our voices mute

in the gasp of a morning
fat like sorrow

but more like guilt
in how it stays too long

– Ace Boggess