November 24, 2007
Hope
It’s the early-morning reveille,
a stack of letters never sent –
folded neatly, stored with care –
a half-depleted stash of votives,
a table burgeoning to bursting.
It’s a bottomless reservoir of patience
for all manner of injury –
my armor,
my savior,
my energy.
Filed by Trevor at 12:58 am under Love