I may be your fear waiting to escape

Slip through the cracks

Uncover me

Permit the veil to fall

Slide off

 Into the pond

Glide deep within the cool clear water



Free of persecution or obligations

Fall in love with yourself

Lye nude on the beach

Amid no worries

No hurries

Alone in the silence

The dew sticks to my skin at dusk

 Lingering until the sun rises

Sitting up I stretch, then dress

Adding the veil once again

One last glance back

Til last we meet again.


Angela K. Crandall



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