Concession
You win.
Take circumstance
and all it's hopscotch words
and fling them far beyond me now
for you have taken every how and why
and blown my dandelion air
without rhyme or season
or consequence.
You win.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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