a new chapter starts in both books
the pages blank; pens hovering
what I've learned from you:
tread more cautiously
don't trust so easily
look for hidden agendas
my path looks unobstructed
debris in high piles to the side
but I will not take at face-value
what seems obvious
that much I have learned
what did I leave you with?
was there anything?
we talk of you, no questions of me
you box what you can carry
checking what's left for free
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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