The excuses only exist
inside my mind
which is fine
because I can change it
on a dime.
However, sometimes
I find I have a rebel
in the plan. She
forces my hand
to expand and
understand the maze.
At first, I am lost in a daze,
until I see
that she can't faze me.
Not really, you see,
she only knows the part
I tell her, though
she tries to get ahead
of me.
We dance, she and I,
to the sigh, and breathe in
time to my internal
rhyme, but even that
can cause a crime
when I don't hold
my attention with precision.
Then I grasp her hand and kiss
her cheek, and we
start again
on the beat.
A.C.
1 comment:
:)
Again.
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