Naievity

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So, here we wander into

the forbidden garden, sleeves

pulled above both elbows,

ready to dig.

.

Finding little, we look for

answers in the next field

where dreams were reported

to be growing.

.

Shovels break and plows lose

energy as nothing is unearthed; 

not so much as a thimble full

of old time compassion or a

spoonful of old love.

.

It seemed like a good idea

yesterday. Today, the responses

are complicated with disapproval

buried and uncovered. Validity

died, but we keep digging.

.

allets

11-17-15

937a

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