By B.K.
Date: 2016 Jul 02
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New Moon in Cancer

This day I find myself emotional
A watercolor of Native Americans
Makes me cry
Everything consuming
My sensibilities
A work of art has its way
It has been hard to reach me
Lately lights on half there
Has been the way
To push past the grim gruesomes
Life guts us with each day
I used to be so tender hearted
Someway you took that
I thought it made me tough
I feel somehow it reeks in decay
Maybe this will strike a balance
Gentle does not mean easily swayed
So maybe I will put back
A touch of tenderness on that rack
At least it seems that way today


the second of july twenty sixteen