They composed themselves.
They tried not to mind
Too much when others
Called them unbalanced.
They were unbalanced,
That was the beauty
Of it, of them—lines
Unlike the others,
Off-kilter, skew-whiff.
They were crookedness
In a world of pines
Grown fast for lumber.
That’s what they told us,
While they helped us dress
Like we didn’t care
For success. Honey,
Anyone one can be
Basic light or dark.
Forget that yin-yang
Business! You’re cherry
Blossoms throwing shade,
You’re petals floating
In a green river
Oil-slicked and rainbowed.
Why stand it? You fell.
Tuesday, November 2, 2021
I Hope to See You Somewhere Down That River
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