sometimes the slow burn of constancy
cools and chars. It chaffs facades and peels
like old paint. The neglected room grows
cavernous without bodies moving through.
APPRECIATION is a political word, a show,
while gratitude waits smiling by the roadside
for a ride. information is currency
and monetary movement between people
corrupts the quiet willing patterns of peace.
I’d rather walk one more time around the pond
with company, than sit one more phone call
bouncing conversation from crowded satellite
to satellite.
always the slow burn of constancy
is basic. It is not meant to be a beacon
or travelers mark. It is the center ember
from which sparks are lifted to dull the
absent cool of new places. GRATITUDE
of time, every day a timed exercise.
Appreciation is left for the scripted holiday
cards that break so many hearts. I’d rather
walk one more time around the pond
with company, than spend one more
afternoon imagining a magazine-d future.
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