It Closes In  5.13.00

It closes in, like the players on the field headed toward a fumble.

It closes in, on this recent endeavor, live vultures to a carcass.

I beat them off with sticks
and here i am, stick in hand
desperate to avoid distraction.

My love is out there.
My love is in me.


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