We begin vulnerable
Alone in the shadows of strengths,
the men in the café try to remember
the way through their innerness, their coffees gone cold
like a love's effervescence.
For me, she was the fields of fall wheat
that circled the place of my youth like a halo,
where my soul expanded with the spaces
for longing. But we learn to bear our burdens well:
watching the snow out the window,
we know the inevitable, and nod to the whisper
that ripples the surface of some inner field
gone fallow with loss—
we end vulnerable.
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