a step’s a start,
unless driving foot
lands flat on
the heart,
i shun another call to
sunsets that quit
as our lips
part,
first step is surrender and
the second’s trust, as
day’s star drops
into same
abyss,
third is for the heart to find
pulse within beige
of mind’s own
blandness,
and fourth’s the leaf
glistening like lips
of freshness
i kiss.
Grumpy Gorman
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..over, and over.