a step’s a start,
unless driving foot
lands flat on
the heart,
i shun another call to those
sunsets that quit
just 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 a pulse within
pockets of mind’s
blandness,
++++
and fourth’s the leaf
glistening like lips
of the clover
i kiss.
Grumpy Gorman
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..over, and over.
