As She Would Have It

White Sands n Guadalupe 118

 

Her landslide of tacit rejoinders and quips.

Her legion of exchanges and sips.

Her battalion of emotions and trips.

A circle of refrains and generous tips.

How did I get here so quick?

 

A past littered with many a reason

A present shadowed by undying allegiance

A future carved for eternal seasons

I never really left.

 

 

 


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