It was both of their faults
Not fighting hard enough
For the love that they deserved
It’s not all drudgery is it?
Of course the beauty hangs
In the distance
Maintaining the narrative
As it was in the beginning
Some kind of ice cream social
Sitting at the same table
A neighborhood of love
When do we return to
One another after all
Is said and done
The crowds have
All gone home
Left with each other
Trusting and loving
As lovers do
Not some sort of
Invidious manifold
Joy in the making
A dry corner for standing in
Mystical narratives
© GÄ
Poétique 