You dip your toe into poetry’s waters,

but never seem to get wet


Pretense showing, your measure unknowing,

the surface as good as it gets


Into the depths where fear leaves a shadow,

you stare with eyes conjoined


The moment upon you, time has been stopped,

to dive—your soul purloined


(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)

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