Unleashed
I seldom make promises --
man of my word, promises
leave no wiggle room…
and, most of us, at least
occasionally, like a good
wiggle
test our physical and
mental ranges for gyration --
In fact, on deeper analysis,
nothing really is ever stationary --
not time nor space
the closest thing to Perpetual-still
being the human heart, refusing
to give up on love, despite Love’s
independent nature~ its downright
heartbreaking propensity, to sniff
and wander, like a puppy, slipping
out the front door, unleashed….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2025
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