What Goes Around…

Clapton’s first three chords,

 his last three chords,

 my words have done the same


Verses once muddled,

distant and skewed,

now thunder down like rain


The syllables left

are short and pointed,

their edges razor sharp


To cut the remaining

clinging vines

—setting fire to the dark


(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

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