Mapping
Veins of mist
web and thicken
to a clotted stutter
of images
slipping from words
into a fog
of quiet from where
a finger traces lines
in air as if mapping
what has been lost
finally widening
to a circle
taking in
all of you.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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