Emily
Sometimes,
I think of Emily Dickinson,
and how she pressed on,
writing...
word after word,
her eye affliction
put on the back burner,
her need for reclusiveness
an ace in the hole,
for mastering the art of a poet,
because she "could not stop for death,"
her life became
a drop of glistening water in the sun
as she leaned in
"toward eternity."
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