A cowardice fresh
Beside the newness
of a pain unmet so far
A cowardice fresh
That tempts a cessation
of breath
And then
Fingers hesitant linger
For certain things stop
Like
A loving pet's love lick
Sometimes
A flicker of a twinkle
And then
A whirr at a distance
And the helpless heart
tries to hold to words goneby
A dead man's " Be Bold"
A memory man's " Just a small fly"
Yet for once
strength stumbles staggers.
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