Lovely, as Always
What words I make
for little sense they express,
I’ll always take—
the acquiesce
as “Lovely, as Always.”
Even—at a moment’s break
when writing—is—for writing’s sake,
in upcoming days,
I hope they’ll say—
“Lovely, as Always.”
A glance, a minute of rest,
to see what could be at best:
less of a maze—
and more as “Lovely
as Always.”
J