34 Poem by Tori Bachue

34



I was about to run

But something made me turn

Not a golden ring

But a silver fox

A little love

I had for you

And running -

Well, maybe I don't have to

I could stay here

And face the dreadful...

I feel again

It's magnificent, my dear

I welcome the storm.

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