when i see my toothbrush
laden with Crest
and then it explodes
in my mouth like an A-bomb test;

and those days you're too busy
to take my call
and i shrug and smile
at the pith of it all;

still, i'm nudged by your intent
to make It right,
whatever the cause
or ever the blight.

a spinnaker of direction
to your young yearling
you stand poised and ready
with your Love endearing.

02/01/2005

Posted on 02/01/2005
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