Searching out the depths

Yet on the home front.
Some are nervous.
There is even a teardrop
fallen on my sleeve.
But I will not fall
unseen or otherwise.
I will walk and talk
and write poems.
Until you take me strongly
in your arms again.
Then, cursing the humidity.
I can see enlightenment everywhere.
And I will no longer
give myself to grief.


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