Keep The Change?

So much seems

Hopeless,

And yet
I awaken to
A morning

Promise,

Birthed in
Freedom,
Authenticity,
But most of all,

Love.

I never
Understood

Love.

For me it was a Transaction:
A Payment
Or Collection.

Now, They literally give
Me
Everything.

Keep The Change?


A Quadrille is a poem that consists of 44 words, no more/no less. You could infuse meter or not. You could introduce rhyme, or not! As long as it is 44 words, you’re golden.

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