To Franz ...
Someone
lost in a meandering season
Somebody
crying for all the wrong reasons
Somehow
married to a new in between
Someway
missing what others have seen
Someplace
the meaning stays hidden and waits
Sometimes
my wishes both early and late
Something
infused in the moments I’ve lost
Somewhere
abandoned — the ultimate cost
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
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