Day 2,901

No mapping
exercise, no
diapason, geometric
shape speaking to me
while I sleep

will bring him back. No
longer in medias res, he
took the wrong detour
and never recovered
his footing.

2 thoughts on “Day 2,901

  1. I feel such a conflicted response to your recent poems. It seems wrong to “enjoy” your poignant and plaintive calls, but I look forward to reading them every day. They touch, in such a eloquent way, that sore spot in all of us, I think. Thank you for sharing your beautiful words.


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