Day 389: The Hold
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it is easy
to hold love
when love holds you in return,
and to turn it out
when by it
you’ve been burned.
this lover is a child
that plays fetch with puppies
and returns in tears
when young fangs
indiscriminately flash
and break their tender skins.
it is a volley
of fantasies
that entertain
as long as the ball
stays in the air.
it is not so easy to hold love
when it whelms
under these wild waves of days,
housing treasured cargos
of worth and promise,
and history –
those watery pages of yesteryear –
like a leaden ship
on ocean’s floor.
still hull,
still full,
the hold,
the hold,
is moving.
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