Attentive Living

Living, as it is called, is for those
Who cannot face the facts

There is a determined wind
Moving against all sides
Of bow-ways and short-ways
Stunned in tidy equations

No, loving, as it is called, is for those
Who cannot face the facts

Dine in your denial
Of grace in beauty
Because your counter-stern
Resolute appraisals
Of mother’s love and father’s attentive brow

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