Like Knightley said to Emma once or twice,
in other words I stated “badly done”
about behavior no one’s deeming nice,
and saw cascading tears begin to run
down cheeks designed to smile. Sacrifice
of comfort and approval wasn’t fun
but had to be, to let respect advance,
and give sincere apology a chance.
Prohibiting a pet is not allowed,
although the ban is in our documents.
The drafter sought avoidance of a loud
condition, to protect inhabitants.
The newest member of this residence
comes with a roommate, gentle, on all fours.
She’s out right now – by man and dog intents?
Of course – she had to exit through two doors.
It’s over now, or will be in a day.
The earth must rotate one more time. That’s how
to drop the curtain on our passion’s play.
It’s over now.
From drama unintentional they bow.
Misunderstanding led them to portray
themselves as selfish, and to disavow
an obligation freely taken, say
too much and excavate a furrowed brow.
Regret was voiced but soreness had its way.
It’s over now.
I seek the happy medium between
a body rid of fat I didn’t want,
and slenderness at this age come to mean
I feel so many bones I may look gaunt.
Inhabiting the geriatric scene,
my public dancing’s passed and I won’t flaunt
(in truth I never did). I’d like to find
the happy medium I have in mind.
I think the situation’s been resolved,
though feelings in some parties may be sore
awhile yet. What’s hopefully evolved
are attitudes that don’t close any door.
By statements made we’re understanding more.
By hugs exchanged is mute forgiveness set.
Some courage and humility restore
an equanimity. We’ll not forget.
The vernal rain that wet us yesterday,
continuing to drizzle overnight,
made blossoms droop and leafing branchlets splay
upon the ground and wooden walk. The sight
of greenlings down comprised a dawn display.
I sheared and composted by early light,
and spooked a baby skunk that loosed its spray.
Unscathed I breathe musk odor as I write.
I left four days ago, before the bloom.
Now racemes of wisteria cascade.
They hang like leis outside my welcome room,
and pause my burdened homecoming parade.
I’m sorry I missed buds, but wouldn’t trade
my travel for the lacy white debut.
I earned good memories that will not fade.
But now I’m softly grateful for this view.
The plane from SFO was late to land,
but even so we boarded per the list.
And waited. UA lets the lapse expand
to fit a fit arrival, and insist
they operate on time. I can’t command
the system but I comprehend the gist,
and I reach home by nightfall, so I’m glad.
Both ends pay TSA. The drill’s not bad.
Collectively we tossed upon the flame
each individual’s selected sore.
We’d penciled onto paper – some the same
and others varied, muted moved to more
by targeting attention to restore
perspective to perception’s element.
Then warmed by dying injuries, we pour
out breath to song and motive to intent.
“I’ll graciously bow out,” the message read,
“unless you all agree to change the date.”
But what the writer meant to say, instead,
was “I’m too stressed and I won’t modulate
my petulance. I’ve tried adult of late,
and now I need to throw a hissy fit.
I hope you grownups understand. I’d hate
to have you deem me inappropriate.”
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