A Gift

Who is that creature

and who does he want?

Me, I trust. I do not

attempt to call out his

name for fear he will

tread on me. What do

you believe, he asks.

That we all want to be

alone, I reply, except when

we do not; that the world

was open to my sorrow

and ate most of it; that

today is a gift and I am

ready to receive you.

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