Fullness In the Meaningless
Beauty everywhere:
Non-sexual,
n my girlfriends’ lips,
Mascara-ed eye,
A kilo lost;
New bit of jewelry.
I see, I see
The little beauty.
In the forest (where I live)
The fallen tree,
The taken ‘way,
The dead revealing a new ray
Of light,
New chance to see the lake
So usually hidden.
Beautiful.
My alcoholic friend rings everyday
And sings me songs;
An excellent, former famous bassist:
Agoraphobic, life in ruins,
Helpless in the everyday,
Yet gentle, funny;
Though he might die any day,*
The small songs show his beauty
In the meaninglessness.
- he did die January 7, 2021.
Fullness In The Meaningless 3.9.2008/ 3.31.2021I is Always You Is We; Small Stories Book; Arlene Nover Corwin
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