Ricky Ricardo’s Restless Daughter

given a name that should be
                                                  Blue

three rows of black brushes
cover onyx holes
that WCW
                  never
imagined

beneath them to the
                                    side
crinkles
that were
                 never
imagined
that were
                 never
expected

crinkles
that
       mark
time
age
pain
joy

crinkles
that are
      his
and
       hers
and
       his
and
       hers
and
       His

there was a night
long ago a night

when the word was
                                   Beautiful
when the word was
                                    Magical
when the word was
                                   mine
                                   Mine

yes,
                                   mine

those days are
                          gone

and the Word is
                            lost
                            Lost
yes,
                            lost

to the cracks in the
                                Cupid’s
bow

to the sallow
                       grief
that can no longer
bear
         Witness

to loss
to failure
to
    potential

never reached
never met
never
           known

and so

the face
                Ends
in folds of
               sadness
in folds of
                  courage

ain’t it the truth
ain’t it the truth
ain’t it the
                    Truth
?

 ©s rogers 13 November 2009

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