if the truth be told

if the truth be told
I do wonder
in long-evening’s squalor
where you are
and what you’re doing
and how you’ve been
and then
I tell myself
that I’d rather not
know, tonight–
returning
to my rhyming
prattle
remembering
that nothing
is indeed– something
aye, nothing
is everything, love
when evening’s squalor
grows long

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..don’t have time to keep up with the spammers on the other site. I’ll be moving my stuff here. WordPress.com does a nice job with keeping the site clean.

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