Tuesday, November 19, 2013


A certainty cuffs me, a hand guiding me behind my back.
Do not speak. Let them go. Words are nothing to me now. I close
this imitation of verse by sealing it shut with such prose
as will cushion the night and brighten the day with its soft knock.

(19 November 2013)

copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander

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