In some circles, hope is a
four-letter word,
Whereas in others,
doubt is a shade beyond forgiveness
Rough edges hewn and
shorn, evened out and paved in
Line, tarred
tomorrow’s unconcerned with yesterday’s dream
Love, can be that
square peg that actually can, fit into the
Roundest of holes
Foliage, wrinkled and
worn
Time-tested yet
ignored
For it is this type of
person
Who fully understands
and appreciates
The meaning of a kiss—slow
and
Moist,
echoic is the sound of the
most silencing of voices
