A Choice

To those who seek acquaintance,

 I can’t and won’t befriend

 

No time that isn’t mortgaged,

 no hearts will I defend

 

Each day begins and ends

 with gifted words upon the page

 

My blood lay rediscovered,

 new memories to age

 

My spirit lost within the Muse,

 my shadow running free

 

Her fond acceptance zero-sum,

 her voice my destiny

 

To those who say they know me,

 my verse they must have read

 

That person lost before the scribe,

 much better left for dead

 

And in the moment present,

 where all things take their place

 

I give myself back to a choice

 —no friendship can replace

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2019)

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