APRIL FOOLS
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How foolish we have become,
Missouri Angel.
We speak today as tho' it were yesterday.
We invent stories of a tomorrow
That we cannot see.
And we wonder
Why
We constantly stumble
In our future blindness.We are addictively fixed
On one another.
Yet we discover,
As all addicts must,
That addiction
Is a foolishness
That has a price.
The cost is painfull
No matter how sweet the fix.And we are brought back
To confront the reality
That it is no longer yesterday,
But today.
And all our longings
To turn back the tide
Lead us to futility
In whose waves we drown.Oh Susan, my sweet lily
It canot be, not today!
And perhaps not tomorrow.
He whom you wish me to be;
She whom I wish you to be;
They are fantasy figures
Created in our childlike
Dreams and desires
Of yesterday
When we were younger
And more hopefull.But what of the good?
But what of the sweetness?
But what of the beauty?
But what of the pieces that fit?Ah, they are locked in that secret garden
Of remembering
Where I walked - to find you;
Where we encountered one another.
There beyond the Rivers we crossed,
Hidden away in our yesterdays.
There we made love.
There we communicated!
There we hoped and dreamed.
There, in that dream garden
All was possible.
It was good, and sweet, and beautiful,
As YOU are good and sweet beautiful,
My beloved Missouri Angel.Oh do not weep, Susan
That yesterday is no more.
Smile in the knowledge
That we had our yesterday,
And in the bitter-sweet
Memory
That it is for us.
Our yesterday will not depart.
Not ever.
It remains with us forever,
A part of our lives
That a million rushing Rivers
Can not wash away in the tides.And who knows
That the future Aprils of our lives
Shall but find us lesser fools
For having loved each other
As we have,
As we do.Oh bunny!
Your bear loves you still - but now more distantly.4-2-97
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