Salad days and candlelight
I was going with the
blind faith leads to impending
disasters beyond the
scope of your imagination trend
See what happened to the Soviets? Such a mistake.
Never trust a honeysuckle trill
warm sugar kiss or fingers on your hair
trickle toes in the stream and down your back
the electricity of eyes in lighting that makes
more beauty than perhaps there is
but who’s to say that beauty is less true
in ambivalence and daybreak
But it ought to come with a caveat emptor
of hiccups and high noon and acne.
November 2011, copyright sarah hirsch
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