Finally
-By Christine Murrain
Finally,
I’ve reached great aptitude
And upon my gaze
There’s solitude
With no hand to hold
On this quest of mine
Gregarious me
I must confine
The scenic route
past deciduous trees
Glistened in the
Autumn ease.
But into winters’
frigid glare
My reach for mountains
lends despair
A glorious view
I now behold
But reduced am I
For what was sold.
And for the cost
Of one’s companion,
You too, one day
May have a canyon
And through it’s
Sparkling waters flow
A stream of debt
No man should owe
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