#2,578 I will capture this grip
I will capture this grip
of constant loneliness
in words – my exam of
being in this quiet life
of self-employment in
aulder years – Less hie
‘tween vacant places –
No comin’-home-to – I
return to chill stillness
on my soles – wooden
floors will not warm &
my seen air is mine to
take in – again & again
in my repeating days –
Tread with chill kisses
on me [I am so alone]