Courage Folded in a Cedar Chest

Paul’s piecemeal glory
slogged through
a dread swamp
to harvest
fallen dreams.

But the dreams played
with him
like will-o-wisps
and dashing about.

He realized
each fallen dream
bonded with a grief
he was loath
to face.

That it was he
who danced
and dashed about—
not the fallen dream
and its fostered glow.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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