Poet’s Corner: The Letting

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Vital liquid pours warm draining,

staining my hand —

The letting now uncontrolled,

frightening, new.

Red? No; brown brings relief:

It was the oil plug I pulled

and this is not transmission fluid.

After 40 years of working with technology, and nearly 30 of those living part-time in West Tisbury, Cynthia Bloomquist now resides there full-time, following guidance from her muse.