Friday, September 2, 2022

Pointed Arrows

I wish I'd stop talking about all the things I didn't do,

that was air,

that was time,

that was that way,

that could be clarions,

and proxies,

and skyscrapers,

and all the things I loved to love.


It could be,

In better loved silence, it very well could be.


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