You’ve no interest
in things that never happened
to folks who don’t exist
but every time
I turn the final page
(The End)
a timber bar
across a castle door
lifts up
the drawbridge
of a slightly broken heart
slides down
inviting you across
a brackish moat
into
my fortress of non-fiction
love
where I live and breathe and wait
only what’s true
only for you
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2 comments:
Oooh. Very cool.
--Fred Pobantz
I love (pun intended) the enjambment between the last line of the 5th stanza and the first line of the 6th. I also loved the anaphora-filled end couplet.
:)HC
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