Urban Discant

by R.L. Wisdom


Before I knew
what bridles my thoughts,
an ethereal presence
guided me unwilling
and unsuspecting into
a new embankment
of its choosing.


Locust buzzing.
My heretofore unknown
feelings come to bear.
My mind searches
for conveyances;
into the lonely
night they rage.


Among the cogs
and permutations a plan
is hatched: it will
sever unceremoniously
what once was. The
only hitch in this
giddy-up boldly wavers.

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