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May 16
From youth, not unlike the love
I received from my family, I surmised,
that extended love might be everywhere.
With artless, open arms and heart,
I embraced this simple notion.
In time, sadly this childish wish
was honed to a hard truth by maturation.

Friends and loves come
and go, fleeting in heart,
and committed soul.
Unreliably, flowing in and ebbing out,
like deep undulations of an ocean,
all too often with sneaker waves
that pull us under. Breakers pushing
our ship onto the rocks, in a sea
of shallow unfulfilled expectations.
Encounters becoming disappointment,
with too many frogs kissed.

My educated suspicion is,
beyond our family of blood kin,
Faithful canine love is the only
other "truly committed devotion"
we are likely to get.

In the end, that may well be enough.
Perspective wisdom can be a bitter lesson.
A friend I admire suggested that
I repost this offering, calling it
"Current" perhaps she was having
reasons to relate. So here goes.
I hope it helps a little. Remember
dear girl "Men are like public buses,
if you miss one, just wait a while and
another one will be around."
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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