3/01/2024

Yet (Again)


here I am waiting 

for another poem,

some forgotten stream 


I was meant to walk into

(meant to walk out of?)

not remembering


yet (again) what

quicksand looks like

and where it lies.


[LSS, 3/1/24]

 

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