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