The Prose Waits

If you finally struck gold

And were digging out the mine

Would you leave it for a month

And come back to what you’d find

 

That’s the way I feel each day

Being blessed to write verse

The prose insanely waiting

—for my voice to reverse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

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