Mistress

Two zero seven

Four four nine;

Looking back on my

Hum-drum, busy day:

The ignorances, the hard paths

I had to walk across the wastelands.

how foolish-easy I

Gave away my days,

My coin, my body.

But mouth-to-ear,

Evening is coming …

Pass it on, move along.

Two zero seven,

Four four nine:

Despite, because of it all

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My Cold-Silver Princess

This question-prompt night, I feel the

Travel-far wind of her passing –

My cold-silver princess moon –

As it gently settles its precious

White-ice powder

On my aching soul and

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