Primo

words convey a hesitation
that lies on the ground while
red ants carry food around,
through and over scattered
debris...  and, in so doing,
doubt creeps our morning
thoughts like sun bursts
through a window on a not
so dreamy cloudy day;
words convey a hesitation
but offer little else in a
relationship that offers
more than just the basics
of an honored marriage;
lies, stolen by lovers are
strewn on the road like
flowers with pointed stems
sit in a vase of distilled
water to encourage silence.

2Aug16