‘Waiting for the Hole to Fill’

I keep twisting my ankle in this never diminishing hole, no matter how much soil I shovel in. If your eyes grew wider would you capture light in a separate peace? Would this green turn blue while the dirt concealed the emptiness and the wind shuffled through this hollow form? The air doesn't respond but I await the answers. Robert Okaji, a displaced Texan living in Indianapolis, is the author of five chapbooks.

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