Quatorzain 444

I’m here to write you a poem, Liza,
but my keyboard today is a practical
instrument, and begs to be used for something
more pragmatic; it wants to search the web
for security, for the roots of long-term
employment, a steady income, research
little pink houses and a workaday
stability to offer you. and my heart
begs similar concessions. Liza, what
am I to do? roses cost dollars brought
by honest labor, and honest though these
labors of love . . . who’s to be my patron—
Liza, I’m walking away into my life
knowing destiny holds some answer for this.

David M Pitchford
28 Nov 2011


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