JEFFREY
white wine and
berries red
cassis-
milk from a bowl
drunk two hands
farina warmed
in a morning
scrubbed cold
of a winter’s
thin sun, formed
of his face and a
third being fine
of acceptance to
his world—
Release
me from a fear’s
bold
unafraed of
time’s scorned
eyes young for
soon old
of laughter’s
love warmed
wrinkled line.
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