A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, May 14, 2016
My feet carry me across a stage-
I shake hands-
Paper is pressed into mine-
I smile as pictures are taken-
Relief and exhaustion in equal measure
flood into my bones-
as does trepidation
as suddenly the entire measure of my life
changes
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