Bend

I saw love bend a rule
carved in stone so deep.

Then, I knew
that all once true
could creep.

In my favor,
from just an almost tear—
override matter—
grant dumped wishes near.

Where memory's gone—
convenience dismantled,
as heart is etched upon.

Like days tricked slow,
though, all we know—
to dawn.

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Copyright ©2005 Robert Fulton Laird
Website: www.flatsongs.com

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