Sunday, June 8, 2014

6/8


Met with a friend so she could get her dog back,
I’ll not see her again until sometime next month.
Life goes on,

Finally can face that where I go now
Is up to me only. Yet I feel bewildered atop
A precipice of choice,

With my sense of place was thrown so  a-kilter, 
Sense of connection diminished, what I want 
Still not clear.

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