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Wandering

A free form poem

It mocks me,
this longing —
its martyred eyes
and stillborn howl.
Everywhere I go,
a nimbus of desire.
Every word I speak,
an Ave Maria of sighs.

I am lost in this city of barking dogs
and battened doors.
I walk alone,
looking for your house,
hoping you will welcome me
with a smile.