Portrait Of The Artist As An Old Man

What once held me captive,

now sets me free

 

My wanderlust blowing away

 

The clouds and horizon,

that buttressed my world

 

Meld, as the night into day

 

Those words never chosen,

survive on their own

 

Verses dry, all wings taking flight

 

What used to confound me,

present, future, and past

 

Joined as one—in a fusion of light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)

 

 

 

 

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