Alone

I pointed my nose into the wind,

my eyes along the skyline

 

Waiting for a signal,

the past to throw a bone

 

I placed my ear unto the ground,

listening for redemption

 

Tasting all the empty years,

bereft of touch—alone

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)

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