Pray, leave the poet

to her melancholy moods;

this sadness is a sieve she sifts thinking through.

Should she slip up the stairs and into the day,

warm intentions would be waiting

washing away the thoughts that trickle through her mind;

will my muse find the time…

Or will she remain

too far to touch; passion contained.

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Katahdin Benard

Katahdin Benard

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