Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: October, 2013

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Is Love so serious,

The more we think,

The less we know?

 

Is Love mysterious—

Holding tight

When we should let go. 

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Easy Come, Easy Go

It’s early afternoon;

Gentle sun and silky breeze.

 

The leaves flutter and

The branches sway, 

Together leaving patches

Of shifting, speckled shades 

On the pebbled ways. 

 

Sitting on a bench

In the midst of it all—

Friday’s concluding outflow,

Never too different 

From its morning influx—

He wondered

If they were just a big,

Unwary herd after all. 

 

Jazz, Jazz—

All that Jazz.

 

She leaned back and

Watched the daily round,

Where certitude lies

Forever long.