A Bit of Evening Chat
Yes well
What I write is often prelude to a change
Today was something else
My brother came and I am dosed
with visions of a niece
whose suffering is palpable
Why is there no real face-to-face for everyone
who needs it
Why are there no jobs in care that spread
it everywhere
Why why
My niece was not abused
save by the inner things we say we can’t control
Oh but we can
She fell further and more
but now she has some face to face
not once but
twice each week
Such things will make one clean
a messy place
and see a mirror without
agony
I know the misery
I sought it out when I was young
not out of voyeur’s urges
but from instinct
I could have lived my four score years
attending to these ill
sad designation for folk
with as much to give
as anyone.
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Twitter’s promised answer never came
I am adjusting well
Alternatives abound
We’ll see
And Tre
I most appreciate
your presence here
I think it links me to the largest legion
in my cybersphere
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The power of words
and all
that words reveal
is a gift past
all reckoning
