She was the second person to accuse
Me of burning a house down
Just trying to be nice
Humble offerings
A touch of magic and
Suddenly the columns of
My temple were falling down!
Seen out of the corner of someone’s eye
Later reported almost by the bees
Mostly by the news but then they left too
I think we must have known
Each other in high school
Or maybe she just felt bad for me
In a way that my friends forgot how to
Because she knew I meant well
Because my face said it all
Because
Because
There was something genuine
And beautiful about my innocence
Or was it his if I am in fact a third person
Swift kindness and
Obliterated determination
To hold onto just one thing
One more column and then
It started to break
Open or did it close off?
It didn’t matter because again
It was changing and the
Most majestically gorgeous
Elements always do
Even when we lose everything
We gain the first time to have
Nothing again back
No need for a new wagon
Even flint can be used
To reignite the need for desire
Perhaps a sandy desert
Or a cricket in South Africa
Would be able to love him for his fire
Maybe it was a friend or a mother
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Poétique 