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With a voice inflected

Like morning light,

You whisper in my ear.

 

Edges are so near;

One’s well past,

Then notices.

 

The rose unfolds,

Then falls.

There is never enough time.

 

On the verge of tears,

I hold you

In this moment:

 

Precarious,

Yet whole.

 

(December 4, 2017)