This Poem Is Not For Lovers

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.

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