Strangers Cry Out

Often, I have to challenge the words,

after they’re written

 

Often, I struggle to understand,

what the Muse is trying to say

 

Often, I have to cede the ground,

that buttresses my thinking

 

Often, the voices calling out

—are strangers to my ear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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