Yellow crinkly edges
On once green glossy leaves
Lustrousless
As dust on a bookshelf
The volumes contain all
The knowledge in the world
And yet who knows
Of a lover’s slip
Hanging below the torn hem
Of yesterday’s party dress
Strap slipped down
To the crook of her elbow
A day that was once known
As a good time not had
Has slipped into the night
To not be had by all
Though my longing is keen
I have never seen a hurricane
But its perfume is heavy
Threatening to crack a rainbow
Into prisms of dirty light
The very smallest of which
Can make the sun bleed
Its drops staining my tears
Unshed in my obstinacies
To believe that I have not
Been flicked off as rain
On an oft opened umbrella
And left standing, forgotten
Waiting to be touched
Moments roasted brown
In nutmeg tinged flavors
Dry and arid
On desert altars
Rocks and sand drifts
Slowly through sifting
Out wants from needs
Of adobe colored dreams
For maybe desires
Have nothing to do with
The faith of promised good
And everyone must learn
That NO is an answer too
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