A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Pain in Parting with Myself
Far away, my love, so far away,
undercooked, untried, and underpaid.
Do not my heart untie by force
or worse, unbind by reckless play.
My heart, my love, so far away.
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