sentinel these stands
disarming in triumph
serene argent sibilance
calling out only to me
in impatience but also
in conscience, I know--
serene argent sibilance
calling out only to me
in impatience but also
in conscience, I know--
I write to no one I know
not to expect a response
I know "no" is in itself
a sentence--all I can do
is marvel, I can't explain
no--I 'm already letting go
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Pic: Baker Woods in the snow.
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