Just as we can be
About-facing
All-intended
Consequence
There’s no right
Way to say
Goodbye
Left to my own
Device
I’d prefer not to
The gulf
Nevertheless
Will carry me
A long too
I’ve heard
Tell of a spire
Up and down
She rises
Breath deeply
Like that
Bound to be
Another day
The horizon’s tipped
Bearing withal
We ply on
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2016
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