Gone
words can feel
then find
somewhere in
the mind
a bang and bolt
a jolt then a
squeeze
with an ease like a gentle breeze
and then still
even so
with a will to know
an insatiable flow
when the thaw
lets it go
to wherever the past
is gone
Copyright © James Ranahan | Year Posted 2014
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