the lost man chronicles
book two: the art of love

love is seasonal

you’d think it gets easier
that with each let down, each loss
every dragging pull through
the mire, muck and mud
that the growth of organic love
might gradually prove—
perennially fruitful.
alas, it seems to be as seasonal
as the metaphor,
meta phor.

the art of living the art of living the beginning the art of love the art of love

legal l.m