Outside Opinions
no one ever said a love like this could be easily - parceled out
along little lines across a flat surface
supposedly meant to capture it,
and yet we keep trying to anyway.
they tried to warn the man who did ecstatic cartwheels
along the way to and from church every Sunday
that he was on the edge of being deemed crazy,
but he didn’t listen, didn’t care
about the grumblings of petty people, too caught up
in words, and the prisons they built with those words,
to actually live the way that love lives,
taking hold of the moon at midnight
and then slipping between the trees,
shaking them down to their very roots
until even the soil breaks loose, bringing forth
the many worms in all their wriggling glory.
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