fiction 

new / it was a lie

 

whistle a long tune, road

& I’ll follow…

 

the tree is new & new again,

with every pink second 

of Spring & so am I.

 

Everything I gave you is an empty promise-

it’ll disappear,

like wisps of a dream at dawn.

I wish I could tell you I care but I just don’t,

 

and like the tree,

I find greater rapture in beauty than in companionship.

 

the night goes on forever,

so whistle a long tune, road

& I’ll follow-

you’re new and new again,

with every pink second

of Spring & so am I.

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maybe I fell through the cracks,

but I found fertile soil.

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the fragility of your hopes for us

is the most aching thing to know;

joy is brittle & its premises shaky

 

your laughter is a bird of crystal

& I want to hold safe

 

I’ve seen the depths of you,

soft, pink & glowing- - 

and I’ll carry your secrets,

 

like the brazen petals which shield

the soft heart of the lotus flower-

the phalanx that surrounds.

you’re everything beautiful that sounds.