SOMETIMES
Sometimes, when I think I'm gone
and all is lost, it comes back to me again
the worth I have : a glowing review in a
vestibule of praise. The shame of it all
is how I have to do it myself. I never
wanted this burden to bear. I never
sought this pattern of care and concern.
Nonetheless the middle held and I have
managed not to fall apart. My ancient
islands may still hold promise of
satyrs and nymphs.
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