TwoWordsSameThing

Humility is not weakness

In fact it’s strength

Humility is the admission

Of being present to

Someone and or something

Being greater than you

I think that love

And humility are synonymous

Sun

I seem to be

Really good at long

Distance things friends lovers

I have often wondered

If maybe I’m a

Black hole invisible in

Space but no I

Think that I’m a

Sun too hot to

Touch too far to

Orbit but just close

Enough to be seen

Wondered about and warming

Orange

Since I know that

You’re watching I’m

Going to prance around

And act silly and

Maybe make you laugh

And then fall next

To you and watch

The sun dance through

The orange leaves of

Autumn listening to you

Trying to convince me

That’s my favorite color

Home

And there in the

Far I saw a

Yellow window glowing where

The road does stop

Behind me darkness swallowed

Night but up ahead

That lamp whispered welcome

Home though this home

Was no home of

Mine but an inn

I found comfort there

Amongst strangers who soon

Became friends in the

Thicket a new home faraway

From my familiar one

Yuck

Love has a bitter

Aftertaste it lingers and

Like a dog that’s

Just eaten a bug

I spit and wipe

And wretch and gargle

And swish and finally

After the circus has

Left town I can

Once maybe cautiously taste

Love again but with

One eye closed obviously