the premise of love
is the beginning of
roads that travel to rivers;
rivers. yes, with water and rocks –
the ones that love supposedly unlocks.
right?
that’s not for me to know; I guess.
as time moves forth and
the truism of love breaks
free from insurmountable appeal.
allusion to a break; a break in the ice
of lost lunacy – or maybe just lack of
indigenous desire to be better.
©2003 Joseph Jenkins

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