Borderline Cover

crossing over
the border
into the night

no passport
nor visa
at hand

determination
desire to go into
another land

on his guard
eyeing with
suspicion

murmured “poet”
above his breath
in local dialect

was it a curse
or welcoming
into his province

would I scribe
of love
longed

or merely
a passage
without rhyme

line forgotten
stanza remembered
ode to a broken heart

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