Thursday, April 11

Romantic Holidays

Guide my likeliness, a wind –
My falling over & over
cannot bring this blessed dusk
too soon (nor too dark)

Nothing has a point and we’re
all going to die; such a
relief! the time I have not met
is longer than that I wish

to forget The truth of it: no love
no trips to Paris no holiday
photos no remarkable sparkle
on her burdened ring

Guide my loneliness, please, dawn –
suffer once, then nevermore
Spring trees reach to stroke my
head with mud coloured buds

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