Enough
In the family of “Is there enough?”
money plays hide and seek,
That afternoon we lost our way on the Appalachian Trail:
November, and an inexplicable wind picked up,
It has been too long/since I’ve felt an infant’s cheek
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It’s absurd, this deafening ring, as if I’d put my ear by an air raid call, let the sound in,
That 1980’s phone, boxy against your ear – don’t you think we could hear better then? Didn’t we listen more
I yanked the fragment from my eye, through burst blood vessels glimpsed clearly the one still in yours, jutting through
Sometimes, when spring yawns, its slow, honeysuckle breath warming my face, I think to myself, “What a wonderful world.”
All love is an afterthought, an ideal that whispers “remember me,” carrying us, wildflowers in a basket, petals falling, lighting
To cure my dog of her errant ways, I bought a vibrating collar, clipped it around the fat of her