how close together are the tracks

of good and evil

intentions and proof cannot contain them

a choice made for healing

wounds someone else

empties out in a bowl of tears

fiercer than a Kentucky rainfall


you may have lived years

doing what is right

for someone else and even for you.

only to

find yourself

straddling the universes

of resentment and hope

like waterskies

with your weak legs and a choppy lake


I am distraught

I am angrier than chaos

I am hopeful and relieved and expectant


And isn’t that life

unforgiving and principled

resistant to change

and bound for it

which is just fine in theory

and so bone-piercing

when it


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