When you pass by,
you will sigh a small “hi.”
and
(of course),
I may not be near–
enough to respond
and
(of course),
I may not hear–
enough to yawn
Yet
(of course),
I may not fear–
For your smile can make all the difference.
So perhaps I’ll reply–
If you’re courageous enough to try
Melts the sun
With her ferocity– stripped away,
Turned into fragility,
We gasp as moon swallows sun.
We call it: “catastrophe,” as if — it is different.
A child nursed of negligence.
Yes, it is not ours —
In the skeletal frame of a fence,
nestled deep in the overgrown wiring,
Where vines wind up and veins wrap down:
a ribcage, constructed by their love, nurtures love.
Comments
I love the (of course), and the way you incorporated them into your poem. They add such an amazing effect!
Yes! It is so interesting how you go from (of course) as a very certain statement to “I may”. It makes it seem like it is unsure. This antithesis really makes you think!
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