By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 1 November 1998

When words are all there is

Far worse than
having a runaway 
imagination is
having runaway good intentions
When you have built upon
a foundation of syllabic bricks alone
intent is as a vapor
intent lies behind the eyes of the beholder
and words become so many keys tapped in meaningless rhythms
when the intent becomes too cerebral
for matters of the heart
The heart ceases to comprehend

Far different than when
life was simpler
and the wounds of words
had more time and less space to heal.
When intent was gauged by
a knowing glance,
downcast eyes,
reddened face,
and an apology almost
inaudible in utterance
so subtle in construction
that the heart
could understand the shame
behind its intent…

10/24/98