THE PRICE

A muddle of times,
Books, a cat.
Past crimes ,
Remorse.
Anticipation’s force.

Spring’s evening sky.
Trees half bare.
Asking why.
Lost, not knowing where.

Forgiveness of a kind.
Draw back the curtains.
Let in the day.
You don’t mind.
You are willing to pay.

Rest in the afternoon.
Relish the golden light.
All this may end soon
When Love like
Swallows takes flight.

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