Truant Verse

Finding fault

with a vagrant poem,

its message left unclear

 

Falling short,

while aiming long,

to harken every ear

 

What’s left unsaid,

an unmade bed,

the sheets pulled down and bare

 

The words still truant,

their search goes on

—whose message all to share

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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