In The Service Of Words

A Poem, Brief Instance

©Joanie Adams — Joanie Adams; Gift A Tea: https://ko-fi.com/joanieadamms

I dime the word by the shorting pursuits of breath

I so retracted by the years’ preceding furlough

Come now so halted by the service of my words;

Of these words so belated in haste

I come to them now, as a mere servant;

Pining for the days’ wellspring before the end.

Pining for that service, I find myself

In the lasting arch of service in these Words…

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