it was charming and beautiful there
not to me
and not for awhile
and quite frankly the notion
vexes
and what is more
creates a greater sense of lesser
because forgive me
but how can every place be
this propinquity to perfection
I mean to say
that is not how I see things
nor hypothesize the arriving tense
so it seems somehow unjust
that you repeat this sweetened vision
in a manner not unlike
Strauss for example
I guess I’d prefer Shostakovich
where all is not all that well
but in its discordance
it mends nevertheless