staiway in forest disappearing in strong fog
I used to imagine
that dancing with you
around a ballroom,
hand in hand,
might one day bring
the greatest pleasure
I’ve ever received.
But another man
had other plans,
and now
this distance between us,
sadly,
has become more vast
than even my imagination
can bridge.
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Scott Thomas Outlar hosts the site 17Numa.wordpress.com where links to his published poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, and books can be found. He is a Best of the Net and three-time Pushcart Prize nominee. Scott serves as an editor for Walking Is Still Honest Press, The Blue Mountain Review, The Peregrine Muse, and Novelmasters.
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