Last Step

Hunting the distant banks

Of one lost remembrance

A reckoning came upon me 

Excuses left askance

My tracks grew large

As midnight’s table turned

The prey had changed to predator

Of a memory left unlearned

 

        The dark repeating whispers

          my soul afraid to tell

 

        Until its breath upon my back

         —last step my fear to quell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

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