Send

One word broke through our darkness in a storm at break of day.

Had no time to bake or worry. I was the one who got to stay.

No crime in fall or failing. The hand that gives can be the fist.

You seemed to lose your way there. Like a play in fog and mist.

She will only call for me now. All steps are set and clear.

I’m not saying I don’t worry. There is courage, then there’s fear.

Send you to another freeway. Send you back, and then you’re gone.

Send me no more thoughts or letters. Send and mute and off is on.

Dennis Mantin

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