I am intimate with regret.
I know its every fold.
Everyday I pass by the shelf where
it lies, compact, alongside the other fabrics.
Then I open the front door and step outside.
It may be raining. The sun may be
peaking through. The air is always fresher
outdoors, even at night.
Opportunity is only a casual acquaintance
of mine but greets me happily
all the same.
Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
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