Bye Gatsby Poem by Sharon Kelly

Bye Gatsby



When I die
I don't want it to be
In a grand olde room
Surrounded by children
And children's children

I want to be in an ocean
Night time black
Naked and warm
Thinking of lovers, my bedded darlings
Thinking of books, my Prousts and Kerouacs
I want my life to ebb and flow
From me
To the dark blue sea
Borne back
Ceaselessly into places of yours and mine

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