• Joanna Proctor

Dotted line

Updated: May 5

If the sun is bound to consistency,

am I to think I am not? For the laws of nature do not yield,

and I am of nature’s plot. So who am I to believe in change?

This, I contemplate oft. I was not born to have the world, but for the world to have me, yet on this dotted line, I sign in hopes, from fate, to be free...

Rather foolish, I must be,

but we will see, we will see.

Joanna Proctor

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