Ruth

May 27, 2005

The light grows closer
yet its powers’ dark
side cannot touch her

all along, the stark
images others create
condemn her

I talked to the one
of whom I now speak
she sees their dark tones

and to me did sneak
smiles through the black phone
begone, thoughts presown

I laughed aloud
she thought it was her
little joke just now

an unheard whisper
to her do I avow
“that and much more, now.”

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