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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Karen Neuberg

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Can I Even Write About You Anymore?

So much since then. Until it seems
the road away begins. To untangle. To reconfigure.
Into switchbacks. Carried in a zipper pouch.
Worn on a lanyard around the neck. Millstone
or albatross. Periods of inaction. While deciding.
Next steps. Then crossroads. Which extend
into realms. To enter. Sometimes with that little
dance—jig or whirl. Then I notice.
The long seconds
have secretly,
As if.