I realized in the moment
she was really full of –
somehow
along the way I tend to imagine only beauty
the harshness of humanity
gets put aside,
a hopeful disappearing act so the Grace of her
elegance
might be the only reminder I ever have,
without any need to wonder why,
just love the moment,
prevents a good cry.
~
Until when, wait
until the very next moment
when clarity begins to scream,
the eyes want to bulge out of our heads
such pressure from the brain
all those minutes to hours to days to years of asking forgiveness
when in truth
the absolution has been far closer
than the weak in mind might possibly ever
imagine.
~
Then it is there
in plain view
all we had to do is pause
think about what s really being tossed on the table
not all of it ever really sticks,
next morning most of it is gone
except the chanting
quiet whispers from all directions
sort of wave themselves across a light linen
tablecloth,
freshly ironed yet holding the history
of so many years of remind.
~
I once knew a woman, we had a favorite bench,
I once knew a woman whose beauty found a fence.
I spent my life trying to figure out which side
Oh, did I mention,
I once knew a woman, well many different women,
all the same though, in the end, it still happened.
© Scott F Savage 6/2021
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