at the park, smoking

 

i saw marketa, this was before,

sitting on the grass, smoking, reading.

i came to say hi and stayed, 

we talked. she did not have an inkling, i did.

i told her something she needed to know,

what i had failed to tell terri, about the blackness,

the moods. she listened, but she did not hear. later,

when it came, she was unprepared.

i do not have the temperament of a nun,

but i should have cloistered myself, 

kept the black cloud to myself.

now it is too late. we soldier on, in love,

but it is not la ti da, it is not playing salty dolphins

diving into one another carefree 

and carelessly. perhaps i should have spoken

with more authority. perhaps she should have listened harder. 

 

 

 





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Written on 2023-11-13 at 20:09

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh! its okay. love is also steadfast when it is shown as it is. Its called true love but i call it bare love.
love, smoking, breathing go so well together, indeed. This image has been inviting me for a few days but i needed to take time out to read your poem. Its a beautiful one.
2023-11-15


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I love how your poems always end with a bite. This one does so too. Fuck, they are a joy to read.
2023-11-14