back there when i said yes
really yes without reservation
there was no ambiguity

no need to probe the tomorrows
ticking transmitters echoing back
who speak of repulsive modus vivendi

sky blue was the beguiling color
clear and conscious he was as always
assuring the way forward no turnaround debate

and then when he laid bare
that exiled indifference, that malevolent look
he wasn’t even aware of the snitch

there was no next day wake up
first morning kismet kiss
breakfast brunch served my beloved

revolving written revelation
dreamy devoted dilemma
i can still see animus

defecting disappearance before he returned
sudden scrawny starved love slipped away
still raw was the gift walkaway


sunday scribbling-2: no 4 waiting for a gift
three word Wednesday: malevolent, probe, repulsive

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sunday scribbling-2 sweeping the threshold

he came back again
came in just as he went out
bright beautiful possibilities
too soon torn down torment
spitfire swimming in a fast current tide

3 days was all
started in the kitchen
cleaned out the cupboards
discovering the neglected, the left behind
the overlooked and forgotten
in the color of blue

it’s queerly quiet now
the river rapids slow
rain falls steady
the gray sky speaks
rooftop soothing patter
window weary wonder