Unkempt Graveyard Near the Shore

Jari Chevalier

Trespassing on ground of former love. Tussocks whisper
here of nests and the vanquished. Swans hiss and fish
nearby, undoing the slipknots of their throats. 
Cool, eroded greening headstones, wetlands 
with no relief from tides; I come here often 
to wonder how to live and listen.