painting by fernando botero
This Through Test We Call Time
What is this through test we call time
this magniloquent event predicted to occur
somewhere, sometime and ~poof~
everything’s okay?
Like water hot as burning acid left alone
through time turns up tepid,
but will patience conquer ire
quell the flaming fire?
Or August angst hanging in the air
uncoiling docility a wayward slug
replaced with zesty academia
through the test of time,
will children learn to love
going back to school?
I’d rather think of this
through test we call time
as the bend of your body
interlaced with mine
a sacred union built on love and trust
never to be destroyed.
laurie kolp
Posted over on her site Bird's Eye Gemini
Listed as #27 over on dVerse Poets-Open Link Night 27
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