this is a hard choice
comfort found,
in your own voice
your own arms
have to hold you

much harder to love…
and running around
with my begging bowl
asking others to fill it
is just madness

i am wondering
if trains of thought
will carry me away
to more –
fanciful destinations

at times i have felt like the bit part player
or the sub on the bench
sometimes i have put distance
but sometimes it was not meant

you fall for –
the person –
who secretly –
you are so smitten
the poem
not yet written

let go of magnolia shards
be controversial
dress in a way that flatters you
not in a way that suggests –
it does not matter to you