Lost
Strange to have disembarked in this place –
Forlorn, abandoned, disrepaired
Only the lonely know this gray drizzle
She was insistent and stayed on the coach,
While I, convinced in self-righteousness,
Accompanied my Cause to the door
Climacteric’ly waving my Man Flag!
How now I wish surrender – change to White.
Venus and Mars, differ in parallax,
Stars descending, and Orion missed.
Shooting star’s death throws descent in free-fall --
You are my supreme metaphor tonight.
But soft, from the path, cross the grass, she comes:
“Surprise! There you are, Foolish Man! Come home!”
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