I must be misreading those slippery signals once again
that has to be the case
and the salt of my wounds have somehow slyly managed
to take away suspicion's bitter sweet taste
so many problems I turn over in my mind to learn
my fortunes from
I align my humor laced thoughts to the sounding board
of the all too willing one
I will not allow myself to be cheated out of perfectly
good fantasy material by one hastily made comment
but nor over such gleaming possibilities will I let myself
become all too pleasantly hell bent
early is the meanderer who speaks with an animated sales pitch
obviously idle is the woman who does not readily enough pick
up on this
yet, Idle I have never fully been
for no more than a lighthearted mental weekend
of all I have to say little of true and actual importance
really gets said
but rarely have I had such a fitting chance to write something
so appeasing that it will likely again get read.................
(written Nov. 8,1992 am)