Sunday, August 25, 2013
Don't speak
Adele slips into a Cadillac River
Salt crystals form
‘Round my eyes
Reminding me
I may never have been clear
But never ever lied.
Under the streetlights
On the dead man’s
Plod home
There are questions
Best unanswered
We came dangerously close
To the bone.
Community is compromise
Family is pain
Options can be illusions
It’s all chorus and refrain.
The heart has not one chamber
The soul has not one voice
Answering love’s call,
My friend,
Often
Involves a choice.
