The pail swirls,warm milk in circulation
Honey drips on the fireside toast
the clothes rack hangs above, slowly
steaming; and why should we have a care
That the computer game
shoots out of the car windows, that
the music talks of drugs and tartsand fook knows what else
With nostalgia we hold back all these days
nostalgia that spreads itself
thinner than the split gossamer:
whose foreclosure on protection
scorched our clumsy love
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here