Dorothy Doyle Mienko
V3:E8 August, 2001

THE GREAT GATSBY BREAKS MY HEART

It isn't the way he stares
over the black satin sound
nor his unshakable belief
in the dock light.

I thought it was the impossible way
her loves her, but it isn't that either;
we all know she was built only
of silver and gold.

It's the pool, his blood in the water,
thin circle of red against the current;
the moment there isn't any green left,
that's when I break.

Location: Grand Rapids, Michigan Email: ddm525@attbi.com Publications: Stirring, etc.

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