capturing anything on the scope,
pulling circular triggers attempting
expertise but not many fathomed
the emergency, the breaking glass,
the dull purple smudge on the lens.
after, evidence released showed
frequency modulations, infrequent
arousals of intensity, most
simply collapsing,
the pain of discovery
free-falling down the abyss,
tears coming,
yes, but too late.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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