Well, I'd rather tell of light that reaches through
than poignantly delineate depression(sustain of all my strings
muted to a dull gray "thub")
A light that reaches, rather than piercing,
a lifting off of fog, frequent as dawn
And in the same way as I can't
make it light outside before the morning,
I can be patient now
and wait the coming day.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2022
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