Rose [goa{led}]

Love finds its expression 

In many singular 

Ways but the only

Ways I know

Right now are

Singularly plural.


And the life I would

Like is the life I could

Give you: but singularly

Plural, not singularly

Solo.  No hands-

Free love but something

Old-

Fashioned as 

Fitzgerald would have

Had us 

Period and

Comma, and 

Prose with our

Passion and 

Lust 

For all things 

Just, and

Good:

Now clearly ours, 

Now clearly 

So.

And I can surely

Adapt, and I surely 

Once would, but

Am far more ambitious

In my plurality

These days: no longer

Will I waver as 

I wave you goodbye,

But this time instead

Believe in a

Next time: for the

Future

Has come!

At last it has come …

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