Tom Simard

Poetry, Music, and Prose

29 Oct 2016
2 Comments

A Precarious Existence

A Precarious Existence
The absence
I feel
is similar in kind
to when
you left your family
behind
for the jungles
where you lived
a precarious
existence.

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