There is blood on the tracks
And dead crows upside down
Hung hearts hallowed harbingers
Boatmen sailing you to solid ground
Like cabbies, carpenters, charioteers
Torchbearers bridging hope from fears
Pull hope from quivers, aim arrows
At cracked vestiges of lost windows
Welcome in the light that you desire
To reflect upon others tho’ still mired
Wrestling, stumbling, and clamoring
Alone in black searching for a glimmer
Like waning moons hiding from stars
Pacing inside shadows just barely ajar
The Tigress Awakens 
I love how you have to read to the end to get the significance of the title. I hope you’re doing well.
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Doing good….just find myself with fewer time than I’d prefer to write. Hopefully you are doing well!
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Glad to hear you’re well. I am too. I’m going to visit my son and daughter-in-law in NYC in May so that will be fun.
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Terrific!
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