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Fay Slimm.

Errant.

 

 

Errant.


Lullaby shush of evening ebb tide
seeps
into late air
as hands
meet to capture clandestine
on deserted sand.

 

Bold footprints in shadowy twilight
appear
from secretive
corners
as recondite hearts deny
errant concordance.

 

Tread cautiously lovers for maybe
time
which orders fate\'s
changes
will mutate covert deceit
to contrite heartache.