it has taken an
entire heart
to fashion this tiny craft
folded most carefully
at one time or another every facet
laid open for your survey
kneeling in
preparation
for voyage to a place in you
that may not still exist
off uncertain wind and in
a mutable ebbing and flow
I launch fragile and buoyant hope
bound for
a harbor I was sure once to enter
guided by a sincerity you once uttered
toward one who might
yet receive
©2000, Michael S.
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