Trying to prove to himself
nothing at all
well, so having been
done, before.
Would it seem likely
everything he stood for
could easily wash away with the street salt
an overnight rainstorm.
Everything that was is now,
a memory we will all tell
our grandchildren
when we know them …
we understand them.
There’s this story out there
I’ve always been afraid
so stark is our humanity
caught in its own rainstorm
a thunder clap away!
I wanted her to want me
as badly as I needed to give.
All I joined into was a fantasy,
indeed so lovely,
to write a script
of our own version of
Washington Square,
with the windows and eyes
and love.
There was love
© Scott F Savage 11/2021
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