Life Narrative 

My heart squeezed a little as you left.
However, whatever you desire
will be in the next room of your house.
Then the light through the trees
will come through tapping
into old sentiments- One strand
of intelligence will wind through
the warren of remembrances and
you will see, it is acute this
corporality.  In any case,
fearing change, you still changed.
In the tumescent dark
silhouetted by half light
you left.

Ironic Necessities 

Just as sure as dawn falls and night rises--
 all sweet humor, and a little joke, has a bitter pill
is at its center. But we
have to laugh, don’t we ? As uncertain
as we are to understand
why we close our eyes and
open our hearts, why
we validate memory,
how unfit we are for the day’s demands.
Can the living find
Peace? I doubt it, so we are otherwise engaged
wondering and stopping at
particulates, poking a little fun,
especially against the boat of love.
If you are sometimes ashamed of this,
cover your ears , then
in years to come we’ll laugh about it.

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