wounds take breaths
that the soul denies
existing
mirroring
fragile furnishings as that
of pain
through searing avoidance
fractures of paths not taken
whisper all too roughly back
of the very evidence of this
sweet seductive compromise
come
and fill your cup
at the road side counter's
ledge
sit in the shade awhile and
intermittently interact
though many dishes may
still lay in the sink
back home
piling up
and needing to be cleansed
but motivation stirs to make her
necessary dash
from the weeds of never again
fears forever pivot leery
no soothing talk will they ever
accept
but to the road side vendor of life
her cash and contemplative company
are always
and I do mean
Always
welcomed back....................
(July 20. 2011 149am)