She said love’s a phenomenon,
heavenly but meant to be down to earth.
I lifted her atop a pedestal.
She had just wanted to see eye to eye.
And no wonder, I quickly grew tired
climbing up a cloud.
hope others love what’s real
rather than fake, for heaven’s sake.
She’s a great person who’s adored by all.
He’s a great guy.
He’s a good guy...
I said with an explanation.
I used to love her, I think.
Now, I’ll just attend their wedding
I was right all along back then
wanting to see the world.
All the fossils.
Think of all the fossil fuel I still spend.
Think of the running trees.
They blur blue.
There’s a timing for all of us.
Hope I haven’t grown too tired,
too much a wannabe Brachiosaurus.
Self, there’s a silver lining.
Maybe I’ll catch the garter.
With a ladder.
Joe Bisicchia writes of our shared dynamic. An Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry, his works have appeared in numerous publications. His website is www.widewide.world.
Photograph by Laura Goldman. Laura Goldman lives in New York, where she ponders her personal destiny, as well as that of her country.