Wherever that man went, he went gratefully.
Once I was on the job, once I had got started, I felt safe enough, but the anticipation made me tense.
Even if the last move did not succeed, the inner command says move again.
Suspect too much sweet talk but never close your mind.
Nowadays, what an award gives is a sense of solidarity with the poetry guild, as it were: sustenance coming from the assent of your peers on the judging panel.
If self is a location, so is love.