Sunday, October 16, 2011

fool ~ written april 2010


I have long played
the fool who, loving
only in jest,
delighted the raucous
crowds

outside of such jest
my tomfoolery
is met with disbelieving  
jeers
and fingers that
point

but for you
the foolish seemed
sense
for you I cart-wheeled
into
possibility

in your absence
I return 
once more the biggest 
of fools
fingers point with derision
no longer
hushed

justified for mere
seconds
this heart’s earnest
hope
is now a
wretched
joke

but how can I disavow
such foolishness, for
only when I
was most fool
did I happen upon
myself

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