
jasmine
did not bloom
last spring
in the fall
trees shed leaves
while still
green
but that was
par for the course
given the foulness
of decisions
delayed
elongating
distance from
heart to soul
to the point
of a single snap
as though mono-
filament
whose gauge was
ill chosen
for a task
and awesome caliber
of game
now, my love
it's almost blackberry
winter here
once again
you are still
nowhere
& i, a kite
whose lines are
knots
with you
my Gordian
tangle.
2 comments:
Great images and rhythm.
thank you kindly Gordon.
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