Frantic with despair
Her actions wringing out
The hands of all who see
her, twisting, twisting on a
string?
A noose, a yo-yo, a promise?
What will it turn out to be?
Around the neck
Around the finger or
Around the hope for something better?
Dear, dear God
May you set her right for me
May I lay down the correct words
to make, to let, to be
One,
One vision of you
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