Micropoetry 6-25-2020

off in another room
where she awaits the time
when doors will open
and she will walk along the way

at the summit
where endless summits
lay ahead

they all line up
as the night winds down
its fleeting course
and there is somewhere else
they need to be

flogged for sins
turned virtues
on another day








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