To Franz …

Someone

 lost in a meandering season

 

Somebody

crying for all the wrong reasons

 

Somehow

married to a new in between

 

Someway

missing what others have seen

 

Someplace

the meaning stays hidden and waits

 

Sometimes

my wishes both early and late

 

Something

infused in the moments I’ve lost

 

Somewhere

abandoned — the ultimate cost

 

 

(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)

 

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