GRUDGE OF THE UNIVERSE
A box of tissues is soaked through
A pink hand written, unbesmirched
by any deeply blue
The birdlet perched
as though to scatter out its song
No lurching through any all-too solemn throng
I learned to keep my balances just so
and just so that I have the will
to let it go�
No service for the promises that keep
No fateful solace with approaching sheep
No diamond earring for the fair
this is no kerchief shaken from the air�
It is the shape of dreams contesting dreams
bright at morning, then its gone it seems
You lust and hoard for one measure of the peace
then all goes down by sudden snafu.
--5/19/2006
Poems 2006 May and post
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