I've misplaced

               myself again.

The mason jar

               with nail holes poked in the lid

is empty.

               Its twig perch untouched,

the tiny peonies

               I fashioned

wilted,

               my love

tonight is free

               again.

  

FLY


MISPLACED
UNTOUCHED
FASHIONED


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