Tagged: hearsay

one year later,

one year later,
whether or not we
can see the light
at the end of the
tunnel is a
question mark,
curved and curled,
shrunken like
muscles out
of practice –
and still, we
will see what
we want to see,
doling out hearsay,
not just convinced,
but justified

for conversations

we linger beneath

we linger beneath
a full moon longer,
then a little longer,
than necessary,
circling the curves
of a dozen
castles with
smoky fingers,
rescuing memories
from thousand-
year-old hearsay