Told over and over,
the lie became true

As memory inverted,
the falsehood imbued

My cornerstone crumbling,
sticks piled with straw

A last self-deception
—the fantasy law

(Rosemont Pennsylvania: February, 2021)

Claimed by green, warmed by sun, cooled by shade
Underneath insects lay, shaped a many way
Ruff, smooth or ridged
Varies the weathered latitude longitude
Some cherished , polished and grooved
Great enough to withstand force
But rain over years show no remorse
Skipped over water to lay a new course

Darling,
melancholy tastes so sweet,
when I think about how I love you

When the night comes,
or that song plays.
When I sit down in the shower,
or I drive by your place.









That's when I think of you.