Apology

Been busy being social, and it's killing the parts of me that fix me to a window facing a neighbor's wall so I can keep away from the poetry while it happens, always between dark and dawn. Here's something from tonight.


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Apology

be satisfied

be satisfied

be satisfied

I will it.

the food on the table

the man in your arms

the rain and the trees, and the trees and the river

and the rain and the trees and the river and everything

be happy today

be happy today

be happy today

I will it.

a day’s work

a dollar earned

a woman with her compliments

a place to go home to

be content

be content

be content

I will it.

snapped twigs

a way to go by

having your forest

and your open field, too,

the food on the table and the man in your arms, a day’s work and a dollar earned,

and the food on the table and the man in your arms and a day’s work and a dollar earned and everything

the will residing, 

residing, 

residing,

residing in the passions’ suburbia