To Rescue a Promise

Laid out

Bare.

What’s there is there.

 

Nothing left to hide

No fuss.

No hum.

 


 

 

Now what’s left,

Fits on the breath

Of a trembling thread.

 

The past

And the future,

Rely on what’s said.

 

Are words enough –

Or are they too much?

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