Fox bisecting field
along snow-spattered wall.
Breeze moving lanky willow wisp,
trail of effervescent grey
on pond surface below.
That night, long ago,
when I held her hand,
long after the other
had given me her heart.
Some say
one does not exist
without the other.
If true, is it
each time I avert
my eyes from
a seeking suitor
or
my earlier betrayal
that makes more brilliant
this fidelity to you?
(cc) Karen G. Johnston
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