Le Retour Poem by David McLansky

Le Retour



Le Retour

The bubbling words percolate,
Wondering where I’ve been of late;
Needing life in their expression,
Muted by my Art’s regression;
And thus by Art's necessity
I deposit my sad history;
Less than what I was before;
More paralyzed but tempered pure.

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