An Old Hand Reveals Itself
I see no sign of forced entry...
just copper suns and cornflower blue,
have you been here all this time?
I cannot recall inviting you,
and now all my voices are a chatter,
with threats I cannot construe.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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