Wednesday, May 26, 2021

at tension



petition that pinch of admiration
tighten this twinge of distraction

pick dimensions of your denial:
arms are a bow, fingers quarrel

I think you may hit or miss now 
I think you may miss... this love

far is not unlovely, come beloved
fling open my arms and this exit

whisper confidence(s) like a seashell
maybe send postcards, wish us well?




* The bittersweet task of getting the eldest ready to leave the nest.
[Pic: lilacs and wild phlox from LB and TB]

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