A Bicycle Built for Two

Will I say something of import
For once upon some day?
"But You're the Answer!" I retort,
"An everlasting Quay."

Friends deal for it, my weary heart;
Long promises collide.
But my beginning is a start--
"At least," I say, "I tried."

Open the gates to liberty!
(My lips are pursed and rife.)
And sing to me that I shall be
An everlasting life.

I know I deal my best friends out
Of really knowing souls.
But I'll rejoice and voice a shout
In spite of all life's tolls.

In my most peaceful moments I feel a blanket wrapping me up and hugging me, like lovers reunited. This is rare: but not so rare as to induce despair. These moments auction transgression and accumulate as memorable souvenirs that offer that loving gift afresh, "We have peace!" Then, I feel the most plainly pure. Oh, come again pacific pauses, like pacts between warring nations.

Changing my mind,

MM

Rejoice, rejoice!

The only person who doesn't need schooling is the one school pushes to excel at its standard of "studenthood." I've outgrow the school system; it's time I grow on my own.

Sister Winter is approaching.