Poetry
Beauty is tragic
So much love lost for nothing
Hold me close for something
Don’t close the bookstore before 7PM
My rhythm is in your voice
I tried charity and realized there is not enough shelves or buckets
Or half holes
Inconsiderations
Lost causes
Black thought
May I have the time
enough to cure those with hate
I hated the wicked
Told them is was no longer about you or the. a world view in all this aspect and dreams
Cityscape falling from the seams
And I wiser because I learned to love more
I hold you close to the dirge
I fell upon you when you reserved
A place for another
Let go of when it hurt
And held a broken bud and a fractured wing
Will this be enough to sing?
Sister to sister I consider you
Right now
Between the broken paperback spines
And loss of love with family
Dropping like fractured doves
I said no longer can you think of yourself
You must be present for everyone else
The mission without the broken seam or lightning bolt flashed in a snowfall
Are we done for?
The thick
The thinning
The upbringing
The singing
And a hug.
I’ll carry the word forever because love went on and on and on even
Past death.
Francis A
Willey
Feb 24th 2021