wicked web

ah, the wicked web:
the old man still tried
to make sense of it:
it would not come to sense;
connections did not;
assumptions weren't;
desire was couched in innuendo;
listen did not hear;
perhaps saddest of all,
passion was subjugated
to illusions.

the old man leaned on the cane
rising from the rocking chair,
prodding the old dog with his foot.

love may not be enough,
but it wins
even though
the lover may lose.

– Bonita, California
- November 19, 2002