She was often better

but never good

Her virtue tainted



Her nights a mystery

each day in shame

The rumors spreading

each one to blame


The men who knew her

that man who left

Impassioned bookends

of time bereft


She was often better

 yet often worse

Each day repeating

—tomorrow’s curse


(Dreamsleep: May, 2023)



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