what bright angel rescues
buttons, scraps and notions
from the floor inside my heart
wasting not, what was once wanted
as some seams get ripped apart
recording precious feelings
that tumble into disregard
from momentary smallness
or expectation falling hard
knowing better than I know
that love is never waste
it's half-life far outlasting
the sweetness of its taste...
lucy meskill
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