Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

I am not yet

Extinct

From here.

The winds that came

Once more

To blow me into an

Oblivion of preemptive

Grief,

Are yet to fray

The threads that

Hold me

In the hope

That this time, too

Will turn

A test, not

Doom.

For the dVerse Quadrille Poetry Challenge: Extinction