(mother)
how could she
be much longer
of this world (but,
also, how could
i)? i’ll reach out
as she shrinks
towards the
ideal (love)
and this i do,
i do for real
is real – she
gave the
world to me:
and why,
and why?
her pess
imism
swivels
heaven
ward, be
comes a
smile.
must i dis
cover why?
