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I’ve been going back through my current journal, getting digital copies of poems that I’ve written over the last few months and came across this one from early June.

It’s an interesting thing coming across a poem with some vague recollection of writing it, but not being able to nail down exactly what you were thinking while writing it. I’m not sure if this was directed at someone in the past, someone in the present, or if maybe it was some kind of mental exercise – the equivalent of stretching a quad or a calf muscle. Either way, here it is.

close call

light the fuse
& blow all your roses
to hell —

		we don't
listen to them here
anymore.

lovers will find
other methods of communication
& the world will mourn,
but those of us
who know . . . 

		will know
that a great calamity
has been averted.

Like this poem? Fee free to check back through the archives for more of my Word Wednesday poems. You can also order a copy of my most recent collection of poems called okay okay okay through various retailers and booksellers.