Seldom
An
almost never in forever,
Words plucked,
white silk feathers
Floating
freely, never at rest.
Secrets
kept close to your chest.
One visit
in a year of same days,
Crossed in
a calendar of “always”.
We wait
and listen for daylight,
The turn-off
to sleep of still night.
An epiphany
will always spin,
Tossing ribbons of colourful sin.
Toes dug
down deep in purple sand,
We wait
for empathy to offer its hand.
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Vickie Johnstone, June 26, 2020
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