The Sorry Quint


“The Sorry Quint” – poem by Sean Luciw

If your company turns out to be miserable,
should I pity thee?

As the edge gets closer and steeper,
threatening to swallow up whole?

Your poor me becomes the epitome,
the sorry quint, a wolfless sympathy.

 


End of report.

SL

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