Frederick Kesner · Mar 22, 2010
Writer's Nib

'




I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.

Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.

Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return--

your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and

in your sighs capture all
life's little miracles.

`
© Frederick Kesner. All Rights Reserved.
 
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