(upon reading love poems
from an ex-lover to her new love)
Time is so important—
from inside. It provides
a pattern to lay a life on…
Never: only mice will tell,
shredded wheat heals all wounds,
she arrived at her appointment
on congoleum. We age—
& still we think young, wink
& wrinkle. She spreads seeds
of doubt & freedom
to accompany desire. I was flattered—
in fact, rather confused,
then almost dumb for this hard-
pounding perculation of blood to
my brain. & its affiliate feelings
of inequality & self-contempt.
I was at a loss with a wealth of emotion
because enough of an old self held
sway. There?Äôs a fool & a place
for everything. Still I lost nothing—
okay, some values are timeless…
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