by PAULA

Like a lioness on the prowl for prey,
The blackout surrounds
But sunrise must come.
A star, flickering so
Clearly above, love is unlike
A figment of imagination.
Unlike the gumdrop forest of Candyland
With sugary tendrils
Floating in the mist.
It’s more like Chutes and Ladders
Love
Has ups and downs
And sometimes it just had to start
Over.
Like the glass-tipped scales
Of a pinecone in Mid-November
True love endures.
Through the trauma of winter,
April’s dew
Will
Make the scene.
A vicious cycle that prevails among the
Most stubborn of storms.
I
Want a love
Like that.

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