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He asked if I would carry the letter up-hill to her; I agreed and set out.
My Lady, tomorrow when the moon is full, listen for I will sing my ode to you.
Tell the fool that he still cannot discern waxing from waning.
She approached in tears and handed me a silken square.
Here … give him this kiss I've impressed upon the kerchief. Let him know I will be listening on the wind for his song.
lest it mar my desk's blotter.
I am. Others I zap with the blue-light, happy to see them go.
I never knew there were so many paths out of here.
Are these the roads least traveled they've talked about?
would stop turning yellow. I cheat sometimes and snip them.
to relish through dance. Breathing.
prays that within me, sadness is gone.
or the echoes of passionate throes?
keeping beats that only seers felt.
of light to film three hearts on the mend.
spin, and toe, and hold, arabesque.
and each drop is sheer, straight to the point.
we pluck from the string across the canopy.