Disowned

Like leaves in the wind,

words scatter about

 

From the woods and high grass,

they call and they shout

 

“Come find us, come free us,

we’re out here alone

 

“The Muse has deserted

—and left us disowned”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

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