Dorothy Doyle Mienko
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@home.com Publications: Stirring, etc.
