M.M. Panas
“Talisman”
Response
Zephyrs
By JoAnn Moore
Inspiration piece
No one knows I’m here
except the wide eyed moon’s
cypress shadows—
and Pa, my watchman
more than forty years now—
the invisible talisman who lets me be
lost until the tide pulls.
Or how the brush of breeze
lingers hope like a flower,
breathes my name,
and rights me again.
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