in retreat, I fall back, take
off
my clothes
and let the sun
arrive
upon me.
I have nothing left to say
that hasn't
been said
ten fold.
I fall back like the French
army.
the white flag
waving
in the cold air.
I lie upon the earth
and say
to God, okay.
I give up. now you
take hold.
Thursday, January 30, 2020
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