And one building 
the tallest of 
the bunch from
one window the
low east sun 
reflects orange like
one teardrop diamond 
hanging on the 
lobe of an 
older woman staring 
into her vanity 
mirror wondering where
her vanity went 
and hoping vainly 
that some gentleman 
might find it 

Sometimes sometimes I 
guess things change 
rivers seasons and 
such people too
love also and 
lovers too change
for unlike rivers 
and seasons they 
choose to change 
the very thing 
that they chose
to change once 

The us
we are
is better 
now than
ever before 
growth has 
given way 
like two 
separate teeming 
ponds our 
lives have 
consumed the 
land between 
making us 
one lake 
one very
large lake 

Keep your damn
platitudes your poo
poo pooing pity
let me alone 
to lick wounds 
not from bite 
but from blight 
that your lies
caused to die

Why oh why 
oh why do 
people lie and 
then when caught 
try to justify 
don’t they understand 
that they’re no
different than the 
mouse caught in 
the trap begging 
for its life 
swearing that it
never liked cheese