...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Friday, April 4, 2014

31. What It's Like

Like the 5,000 ground forces and
164 APCs of the Moldovan Army,
my love provides security
appropriate to the size and geography
of its borders and interests.

Like the russet potatoes on the kitchen counter,
bought for when cooking anything else 
is just too much work, my love
is practical and satisfying.

The bowsprit rising and falling
on unsubtle seas, pointing
the way of the vessel it leads
also aptly describes my love.

When you rent a movie from Redbox
you bring to an unplanned evening
comfortable, affordable entertainment.
My love is like that more often than like
the unbroken horse raging at
the hackamore it feels but cannot shake off.

What else: stars over the desert
blocked by clouds, dirty socks
scenting a tent with decay,
a dog begging for people food,
an earthquake that rolls instead
of shakes, a run in a hand of pinochle
encouraging a risky bid.

A paper towel: transformed, refined,
seemingly inexhaustible, marvel
disguised as common thing.

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