The Wishing Well

a stark calamity
evades this me
not because
destruction was
somehow out-
side my shout-
ing life, but
within my gut
and in my mind
the gods may find
a patient piece
of freshest fleece
where my panic
with her wick
are nestled cozy
(two pressed posie
s) and cast an odd
intricate facade
of calm above
my eyes of love

please don’t tell
the wishing well


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