a flooded river
can’t keep pedals from the path
when at last there’s sun
U2 speaks to me
(in ways simple words cannot)
with notes of passion
yes, it’s in the blog.
everything you can’t recall.
that i’ve recorded.
that is what it’s for.
hard drive with screen. ready. use.
measure me my life.
they’ll come. and they’ll go.
but you and i? together
peanut butter, fluff.
my breakfast today:
on soft wheat bread that you bought
with our love dollar
be ready to grin
to back-stab, brown-nose your key
into their pockets
to be ignored, spent
keys in hand, ready to turn
(but it’s the wrong lock)
where is the right lock?
where can i turn them with ease?
whose damn keys are these?
rather than turn locks
i will remain taciturn
and find the right key
in a search for faith
we forget humanity
in all its beauty
we judge; don’t reach out,
cast stones without confession
pit love against faith
flags fly in all camps
begging for new believers
each claiming the truth
what if we used hearts?
and arms and hugs and kisses?
would we be sinful?
here we lose our faith
in a connection-less void
we call religion
forgetting our friends
is like helping enemies
win every battle
summer-teasing sky
in the midst of finals week
beckons this field trip
free lawn movie night
we can pretend school’s out
just four days early
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