I must hoard my love
that tiny spark risks vanish
if it is let out to wander
freely
it might be swooped down on
by hangry hawks
or grabbed and buried for
the winter by a clarting
squirrel
I check the expiration date
and keep love at 23°
you have to keep the lid
on
too
maybe wrap in foil and
lockzip bag it
“If you love something let it go.”
are you skidding me?
do not you apprehend
that love is virulent transmissible contagious infectious
and if released
can bypass masks vaccines handwashing breathholding
and once inspirited
never unsymptoms
then you are stuck
with it.
Why did I miss this one, Mac.
I can hear you grinning that little mischievous grin of yours as I read along.
Thank you, Charlotte.
What a wonderful way to start my morning . . .
Thank you, Byron.
Big Carroll fan. Hmmm, I have a sister named Carol. I wonder . . . . ?
Thanks!
Are you by any chance related to Lewis Carroll? Very nice, Mac, frumious, and depotable, but nice.