You prince me anymore.
I fold or not.
Is this the nascent hibiscus
I am thinking to replace the rose of old?
Maybe you don't know
the list of things I do not
know. Remember is the byword
as an evening gradually unevens
how our daylight went
once we were sold
on the idea of a lance
to factor into how
one vaults across experience
in that quasi way of saying
half of what we mean,
then look askance.
Sheila E. Murphy
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