Fragility
a petal door
Marooned
A tendril knob
For fear that i
May leave an imprint
Of unforgetable
Destruction
I decide not to touch
Any surface
Upon my departure
I have gloved hands and
My body is a closed
Luggage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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