Chiseling hope

I cannot, but
I suppose time
must.

A note to my burden:
careful there, upon my back,
rooted in my heart,
setting your lodgings so
stiffly upon me,

careful -- for you are losing your shape.

Reviews

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. what a spectacular piece ... i marvel at the way you have mastered brevity, thought, and precision in expression ...

. yes, time must ...

. the note is amazing ... "you are losing shape" is very thought-provoking ... do our hopes really lose shape ? ... i wonder ...