Beyond Truro

Will she find
shelter for her words,
bed for her enjambment, a bath

for her stanzas. Not
a question–merely
a series of projections

to use
as stepping stones
to reach beyond

memories of rain
pounding on
a roof

to the rhythm
of failed love.

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