Feeding the Savage Heart
Rainy days won’t do it,
neither will good tunes
or home-ground coffee.
Wind across tall grass with
only bird song comes
very close.
Mountains, those with
snow year ‘round,
almost do it.
But without M, they’re just
places; with her, they’re
the right place.
Not Love
A long time ago a lover said
“Shouldn’t you be happy and
comfortable?”
I recall staring out a window and
leaving that as my answer.
Comfort and happiness
ain’t love.
Neither is lust or need,
success or failure,
power or social standing;
not a damn thing.
In it for the kids is
a recipe for disaster.
Convenience is a cop out.
In fact, if you have to ask
or tally some kind of score,
you, my friend, have
missed the boat.
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