"Not Alone" by ithacan

Not Alone

Sheer October wind sweeps my field,

chills my neck, chills my bones.

I’m alone. No, no, not alone.

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ithacan

Born in an island archipelago, ithacan now resides somewhere north of El Paso. ithacan's published work includes visual poetry and prose, most recently in Poemeleon and Sugar House Review.