Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
How can we get so lost, banter
on and on about such frivolous things?
The mists lift every morning so that
we can see what is behind
the thick, heavy veils.
Sigh if you are sad. To grieve for what
is lost or broken is an act of attentiveness.
All I ask is that you don’t let them take
your soul. Remember this, please:
you inhabit more than
© 2016/Jamie K. Reaser
From “Wonderment: New and Selected Poems”A work in progress
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