Monday, February 8, 2010

Over and over and around and around



It is so simple – the way in which we so often love those who do not deserve it.
And something it is us –
the undeserved, who tread on hearts like bicycle pedals.
Over and over and around and around.

I am the lover this time,
And I am being pushed deeper
and
deeper
into
the
chewing gum
stickiness
of this
pavement.