this poem is not for lovers,
though it will harm not a one of them:
young and older hearts: be boring!
a titanic insight, a morning storm
thunderbolt that strikes you when you’re shaving
is the least of things love is.
i see no reason for anything less
than carefully, patiently, yes, critically
loving the vagaries unorthodoxly.
Minneapolis, 2007. Self-published in Clay Eyes.