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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