What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light
When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own
Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate
Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands
Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway
Oh, love
Give back all the Days
The time my eyes covered you
Not seeing your Love
Wanna win me back
Become a storyteller
Now explain yourself
This is my Friday
My Clear-And-Starry-Eyed Day
My “What’s The Past?” Day
Before begins the countdown
A single opportunity abounds
Surely you see it
Before I seek a new galaxy
The last simulation
The door closing
Before bedtime today
Knock, You
I’ll deny the universe begging
I cannot care, Love
Color Me cruel, and recall
You wished my demise
And shame kept you
These green eyes
Left alone
So alone
These long days
And silence stole you
These aching arms
Holding on
Holding nothingness
These words failed
And shame kept you
Mission accepted
To lead, to love, and to serve
No option, no choice
Acting as mountains
On universe energy
Proves to me we’re ours
Photo Credit: Anonymous sister on my behalf, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Art Credit: LOVE Sculpture, Robert Indiana; Milwaukee Art Museum
