The Gift of Loneliness
( For Janice · Last Gift · A metaphor )
Thank you for throwing me away,
rolled like a ball . . . cast to confusion.
I've passed through dew-struck fields-of-hope,
languished in echos of forest night,
to arrive first-light above the quiet valley,
as morning-smoke lifts to radiant clouds.
This Gift Of Loneliness is all I take.
I watch the hawk make slow-circles in the air.
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