so what does the day have planned, I ask
finally, at its dimming
speak to me
for who am I to write the script
block the scenes
direct every act
most of which i fail to inhabit
I don’t recall a coronation
who am I to snatch up all the pieces
when two players roam the field
what makes me think I can neglect the opponent
corral the current
I question this now
when at last some clarity
how I fell for the illusion
decade after decade
circles in the harbor
but, just now…
just now the gate has come unlatched
and through its passage a clearing
have I been here before?
I yield to your move
we take turns
why of course
should you speak to me now I just might hear you
come again?
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Author: Susan Currie
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock
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