Author’s Note
There are lines
squiggly and bent
to separate and enfold
One’s words told
for others to behold.
There are lines
blocked straight
that conceal internal thoughts
secured and unrevealed.
There are lines I speak
when spoken to others
that provoke a response:
What say you, Kevin.
Do you need to amend
your thoughtless words?
Come now, Judge,
Be not the harbinger
of heartless words.
Only to return to private thoughts.
Preface
In the year twenty twenty,
I, Marlo, steered attention
to a lengthy tale
of confusion and some fear,
illusions and facts
and human acts that would show
possibilities hidden
that sow desires,
companionship in fierce feuds
between enemies
and young lovers quivering
for warmth, kindness, and freedom.
Come, hear and adhere
to creativity’s force
to course through rock
or infuse warm, perfumed air
with fragrant, healthy pleasure.