photo by Mark Haley courtesy of The Mag 188 |
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I never thought my life
solitary, never wished
for anything more, until
gray appeared, one
strand at a time, wiry
springs a bird's nest
locking me within
the confines of my home,
and then I wanted
to go out and live my life
among people, celebrate
my remaining days. Instead,
I followed the footpath
to your shore, hoping
the horizon might not end.
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