May 24, 2022

You wave to me from the center of a

large rose garden,

labyrinth paths all

lead to you.

I make my way tentatively

over cobblestone,

the scent of honeysuckle thick in my nose.

You call out directions,

pass me a blindfold

through thorns.

“It’s better,” you say,

“if you don’t…

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gae polisner

Just another writer trying to stay afloat in a sea of words. Author of several novels. Wannabe mermaid. Mother. Trying to age gracefully with no grace in sight.