Gaffe's Inquiry
M Sarki

It is true she
has me go in the
morning just before
 

light.  Beyond the
wooden bridge.   It
is where I aim
 

my flageolet
into the vagueness
and where she begins  

unraveling.  O, my
misguided chrism
flattens the wild mint!    

And I dismiss the
need for more
supervision.            

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