Too Late
I found out too late that flowers blooming in junkyards are worthy of adoration Petals as lovely as those from a country garden Have wallowed too long in unrequited affection
I chime often of venalities and brutalities with piousness For I have embraced my image sodden with holiness With which I greet each dawn
I wish no more to see munificence for its own sake Enough of solemn words spoken in storied chambers The breath of which provides sustenance for but a few
If only redemption were so easy to be had By overdue forays into areas disdained By glances redolent with promise
But no – requisitions must come due And no place I’ve wept can be exempt
*originally published on wordpress on Feb 9, 2014