Saturday, October 25, 2014


I say it's inexplicable. Not you:
You have an explanation, but no sense,
Although you offer up a strong defence,
Referring to the reason skies are blue.
Whatever else you were referring to,
It made no sense to me. My recompense
For listening was that the hair grew dense
Inside my ear, so no sound could creep through.

When we both had our broken arms in slings,
And muscles that were overworked and strained,
I fell down in the mud, after it rained,
And you hit your head on the wooden swings.
I shut my eyes and hoped for better things.
You listened, knocked the truth out, and explained.