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Ruth Laskin
I sit here
Sipping espresso and
Pounding wine
Musing the many variations
Of my everpresent mistake
Desperation? Deep-seeded desire?
A mostly-imagined emotional slight?
Perhaps I should become Abelard
Rather than a loosely inspired character version
The prize always seems worth the price
And often is
It is the term which falls short.
Thus foolish hope is ever granted
And never rewarded.
