Wednesday, August 17, 2016

toward the second time

and then you feel like a poet come back again,
only to be loved this time around — scribbling furiously,
toward the second time you are gratefully undone.


Jonathan Chant said...

Beautiful William. I've been doing some furious scribbling of my own this blazing day.

William Michaelian said...

Scribble on, my friend. Thank you. It does me good to know.