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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