from a work in progress: “process, not a journey” (44)
the ball clacks
from red to black
a cord turns
this way then that
.
they say yes they
say no as if
saying makes it so
.
it’s certainly true
he held out his hand
such a simple man
while her fingers
traced along a wall
wanting nothing
nothing at all
.
then they turn again
loops through loops
doubled and troubled
a move to the left
a move to the right
chains held them o so tight
.
this is our day
one more song
and one last wrong
(March 26, 2020)
