the beauty is in the details

bags of laundry ready for wash,
a bag and a half of fixins waiting at the grocery -

but all i can do
is lay on the floor

and suffer the stiffening consequences of
a twilight crucifixion.

- in battalions -

some days it be sorrows,
others, pure and meaning smile.

but when They come,
i embrace each and every one -

for our same bard,
being something wise
in the matters of men and women,

said a thing, or two,
of loves lost,
and, worse, never been.

~