“How could you love such a man? ” I asked Kate Hixon
as she sat slumped on the couch in the Teacher’s Center.
“All he does is take your money
and ask for more to buy presents
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Charles I guess that I found something like catechism in your fabulous free verse. A scanning of the soul?
Seems like an all-too-common problem amongst most people; not only females. That we risk our hearts for those who won't risk theirs for us, we place theirs on a mantle while they recklessly juggle ours. It's something I have never really properly understood and in my book and philosophy is also 'an uncharted wilderness', if that's what you meant. Even if that's not what you meant, that's what I extrapolated. Very well done. - K.
Irony helps us cope with the human condition our frailties and weaknesses are somehow more tolerable with a small drink of the ironic. A fine and (as always) intricately layered poem.