GRASPING AT STRAWS

Grasping at straws- –
hoping they,
as dry, no longer living
strings within the cubes of hay
will not slip away
or recoil at my touch
to reject my company.

But I guess the only way
to see
is to be brave,
and still try it
anyway.

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