Stumbles in Wayward

This heart stumbles in wayward–

Roads an unravel

Of my destin days.

A captious twine

Paths my travel:

Beats a footstep direction

boundward unknown;

And, stillwalks in futile,

a pace askance,

Without conviction,

Alone.

 

 

Spring 1985

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