Magdalene (24)

We had fostered
Cool tolerance
In our realms,
George fitting himself
For movement with
No tithes of obligation,
And I, willing to
Fall into possibility,
On the shoulders
Of my winding road
To walk in full view
Of all the unknowns,
The bothersome gnats
I learned to love
In their flagrant mystery


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