desire
to eschew
myself
i
did leap from my slim perch away from me
forlorn from past love still to mourn
reluctant
in sanctuary
i fret some now, but do not mourn
not what i was before
and that red moment
clipped from view
so hid away
now shared with you
the hour of my discontent
at missing marks
and silly things
that only photos
know
Filed under honky tonk to me that way