Poetry 103

Anger is your ally,
for nothing sweet’s without
its mirror image.

Just as love’s paid
dividends,
an ever
unfinished
generosity,

the crosses we
carry have their
place in
verse.

A stanza
spaced by civil outcry
applies
as much care in its
crafting

(the fume of
sighs, someone famous wrote,
words much wiser than
my own.)

I have lived both
sides,
a turncoat spy,
long enough
to know,

poetry’s
a war zone of wonder,
tank in the
streets of
story tellers.

Draw on
the stellar but
also
shortfalls which
helped you become
all you were meant
to be.

Take the
sum of all parts

(both heart and
laundered crimson)

and the love will last
much longer
than any
mortal’s been
known to
accrue
wisdom.

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