You and your discrepancies…
Caring is optional.
My dispossessed courage leaves in rags,
the tatters of teeth.
You expectant, beneath a dumb sun,
tired whispers, but
how does your garden grope?
I’ve got twelve feet of rope
with your name on it.
Though I can’t recall your face.

-r. miller

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