in a small corner of a large structure
i sat: was confronted with such truth
two hands that never touched: to let go
it was time to let go. he thought he said
such a small thing. an easy left. made right
a tree here, a leaf there. a red bird over near
the window: what a turn of events. it takes
time for the echo to disseminate through out
the body. a fall. a winter. a spring. a summer
a life made by the verbalization of unbeknown
honesty
I'm still holding on: Luther Barnes
