Tuesday, October 13, 2020

the catch

Love has 
innumerable duties, 
but I cannot name any
single one 

'til I saw you. 

Duty stirs, rises, 
responds to some call, 
but not in advance. 

I cannot love
an abstract human 
being. It's the particulars
that catch, and
they do so 

particularly. 

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