Posted May 6 2018 by W.S. Dante in Verse with 0 Comments
I feel like I’m waiting.
The days of chasing my tail
At an end.
The signs: the barriers, minor detours;
The changes of course add up
To round the bend.
Tags: life, poetry Categories: Verse
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