Twinkle-toe Beacon

Outdoors a relative haven

Fewer roudy voices and prying eyes

Craving solitude

And motion

She trudges as dusk encroaches

Quelled heartache overflows

Saltily scalds eyes

Telltale drops from nose

Despair and panic crest

Swell against the dam

Grief long submerged

Churns amid uncertain future

Finger in retaining wall hole

She struggles to withstand the flood

Killdeer twinkle-toe quick-steps

Ring-necked beacon of hope

Literally crosses her path.

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