They asked for time
so lips downturned
he berates revives revises
his old stories every day
a ragged breath
they promised change
a shame considering
his mind sea-level and
neglected as it is
they wanted silence
and we will place a braid
of roses in his name
some steely dawn
then turn and wander off
a lifetime’s work
like wet sand underfoot
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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