When secrets are hid,
could it be best they stay so,
or must they all be revealed?
~
It’s no secret that
we wish complex questions such
as these had simple answers.
When secrets are hid,
could it be best they stay so,
or must they all be revealed?
~
It’s no secret that
we wish complex questions such
as these had simple answers.
Could you tell me why
we have to have July with
its heat, mosquitoes, and flies?
~
So we can look back
with longing fond affection
once August invades in force.
So. It’s a new year.
Why does this passage of time
fail to imbue me with joy.
~
Joy resists schedules,
specific dates, appointed
times. It visits when it will.