Errors

Trauma tarmac with no margin, unyielding

Two feet in a tired mangle, one head fogs

with sad presences because of selfishness

Selfishness that misguides and feels unglossy

as it coats and covers all

(except errors)

It is right to let a new view take over

and settle

Bones are bound to dislocate

– how?

That love is gone, long gone,

It was beautiful…

When one is wrong, two grow in disappointment

Now, sighs of stone sputter out gasps for healing

A giving partner

A scrap to garner

dawning that is fresh

as an animal recognises itself in the mirror