Let It Remain
Comfort of name,
of pleasure
freshened in
repetition, unformed
pears falling, and
the mockingbird’s
inability
to complete
another’s song.
I will take no
moment
from this day
but let it remain
here in the knowing,
in the tyranny
of the absolute
and its enforced
rhythm desiring
both flight and
maturation,
the ecstasy
of fruit grown full.
“Let It Remain” first appeared here in September 2015.
O at the Edges 
Intriguing to read lines about pears and find my brain connecting to current events … perhaps the master plan for evolution includes a good many fallen, incomplete pears/songs/people. Lots of whys to ponder re certain Texas senators and then there’s Putin … what will the history books say 100 years from now? (Given time, they/we all fall – some incomplete, some way overripe.)
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Too many whys! And two too many Texas senators…or at least these two are too many.
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The fruitful remains of the day. . .
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And often fruitless. But we persist!
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