we do not always (read: seldom) have
choices or
opportunities to call
chances for how
the outcome arrives
alive in expectations we
genuflect gyrations to
promises unkept and either swept or
wept away
you swept me off my feed all
enthusiastic and smiling (a smile that
feels endless) ending
spending our hearts ration of
rational being
beating so out of tempo either
two hundred beats per minute
or paused to a stop
--- douglas brent smith
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