sometimes we don’t see the end I mean, how could we?eyes filtered with shades of redmuscles jazz-handingskin zinging from touches that move dreams into concretefutures: marriage, house, babythe inevitability of hardshipslaughable because love because in love everythingis possible except the endand this is not a denial of deathbecause love cradles death a lullaby of knowing…… Continue reading POEM A DAY – July 27