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Alone

I pointed my nose into the wind,
my eyes along the skyline

Waiting for a signal,
the past to throw a bone

I placed my ear unto the ground,
listening for redemption

Tasting all the empty years,
bereft of touch-alone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2018)


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