Weasel

Down We go,
Friend or Foe.
Toe to toe.
Precious cargo.

Big baby on board.
Find the right chord.
As chairman of the ward,
I won’t be ignored.

Unconsciously uncoupled
Harmoniously hobbled
Feelings, soft and supple,
Callously bobbled.

Same tune across the dial.
Heard from you after awhile.
I sensed the brightness of your smile
Fading from your kitchen tile.

Calmly, cooly, do the dance,
Drift away, no backward glance.
Same in kind. I must abide.
Slow and gentle as my stride.

For if our steps should make a sound,
House lights go up and curtains down.
We’re in the open without a stitch,
Afraid to claim who’s shirt is which.

I tried and failed to be direct.
Defensive, virtuous, circumspect.
Came back to lay the blame on me.
Leaves me now, this eulogy.


1/16/22​