Reteach A Thing, Its Loveliness

Too old to change,
Caring too much about
lost rhymes, holy times,
wretchedly blind.

I wait to cease upon this
hallow heart a moment
to breadth in it innocence
and expunge my sourness.

Soured.

Showered.

Coward.

Wash my flesh in your eyes,
Warm my thoughts through her
Mixed with utter dismay,
Claimed to be away
I swallow a piece of self.

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Comments

[Arol McFadden]

Shannon,
man, your photos are amazing! You have experienced a great deal of beauty on this planet since high school. Very cool. How have you been?