a gathering of fears
like strands of mist
collected to a fog
to drape the landscape grey
these are my intuitions
the way I move the dark
my hand outstretched
as if looking for a friend
in an incomplete gesture
toward a familiar stranger
yes it is her wait but no
then I quickly look away
these are my truths
vaguely concrete
(March 24, 2018)
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