Before I go
I’m longing
to return:
to silent
depth of
winter.
Venturing out
I’m planning
my retreat,
from life’s
exhausting
whirlpool
of desire.
I seek reprise
from
conversation’s
megabytes.
Before I go
I’m waiting
for this day
to end:
the car
the train
those city
streets
familiar faces
glimpsed
& left
I’m haunted
by my hermit
need
for solemn
introspection.
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