Love
comes and love goes
I
don’t believe that
Poetry
comes and poetry goes
I
don’t believe that either
First
time I walked into a library I knew I was home
First
time I saw you naked I knew how truly gifted a sculptor God is
The
ether blesses us from behind a screen of transparent mist
The
dark matter creates and tames chaos all in one exalted breath
I
will never write poetry that sounds like it is poetry
To
me that is not my talent nor is it where I choose to dwell
You
broke the speed of sound when you came up from the waves
A
high grade – future perfect mermaid that relinquishes control by staying pure
Love
dances and love gallops
I
believe that
Poetry
departs and arrives
I
believe this with all my heart
I
had a dog named Bogie and I loved him with all the love a fourteen year old boy
can muster
I
took Bogie for granted and it’s a regret I’ll live with for the rest of my life
Charles Cicirella
1/8/17
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