Poem by R.M. Dolin
Angelica
Gravity is an honest broker
even if its burdens are
at times bizarre.
Angelica was first,
which is always special.
As are promises desperately flying in defiance
of the unlikelihood
things end well.
We are all from somewhere,
on our way to a better place
with history often dismissed
in lieu of
a more convenient story.
We hide bruises as
a consequence holding us back
more than is probably fair.
We take the very next breath
without regard to
what happens next.
We sometimes even allows ourselves
to believe the lies
we need to hear.
R. M. Dolin, 2015
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