Circumstance
A poem about what happens when life’s apples fall from the tree
Published in
May 29, 2021
It began like a delicious fairytale
Love thick by design
Sensually sound and structurally sexy
Until the words stood still on the dance floor
With no music
Illuminated only by the graciousness of a chandelier
Too proud and too dignified
To equate the substance with the evidence
Blighted and blind
Homeless and heartless
Hungry and hopeless
Greedy and guilty
Who’s behind the steering wheel that cannot rhyme?
Who winds the clock that will no longer chime?
Whose hand is in the pocket filled with dust and a dime?
Who says the apple is meant just for the vine?
Thank you to every soul that ran across this poem and chose to read on. May your days and nights be filled with good and juicy delight.
