K E N R U M B L E
“Go Without Lunch”
Insist on love's reality, the twofold
chance of occupancy, the carriage
ride down the lane, the peel and squeal
of a red Camaro – the long gone
not forgotten linger by the doorframe,
hanging like clothes about the hamper.
Love's a dream , they say,
when the moon hits your eye, aye, I
Frost pales the grass to whiskers
like giant wipers the sun to remove.
When we say forever we
don't mean forourselves . Take, then,
the lion's share while the lioness hunts,
that weak old thing is only good
for making hay. With a whine and whinny
the lights blink – the lamb's leg lies on the sideboard –
you there at the head grayed by time's wander.
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