Being the weak one,
you are satisfied
with holding the alphabets
in each hand, playing
with words that could never be formed.
The way love is
the nonsense of lying down,
of feeling one brave
when all is falling around.
The chickens are laying their eggs.
There is no greater bravery
than being in love.
3 comments:
I really like this work. What you say here is true.
of feeling one brave
when all is falling around.
OK, I'm feeling stuffed full of dinner, and maybe a little slow, but should that line read
"of one feeling brave" ?
Excellent final line I think.
thanks ginger.
erin, thanks. I think your suggestion makes that part more detached. and it is way less awkward.
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