| interlude | |
| so now what? | |
| she turns and faces | |
| this desert of endlessness -- | |
| endless decisions | |
| endless remorse | |
| endless guilt | |
| and the feeling that | |
| no matter which way | |
| she will turn | |
| she'd find someone | |
| to tell her she's wrong | |
| so she sits - | |
| quietly relishing time | |
| until someone | |
| finds her. | |
| © Jon Bohrn (1998) | |
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