Deciding
Deciding to lose, coming home,
speaking of love and worn-sole boots,
knowing rest as forgiveness.
Love I see is a marriage that spares no compliment or insult,
uncomfortable as a needle sometimes, sometimes
grazing, naked, uneventful, exposed
side by side.
The bluejay owns its love - a tuft of feathery charm
and a voice that shrills across the snowbanks.
I am always thrilled to see my one of my favorite poets Ms. Allison, when she post new words of magic.
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Jueseppi B.
