The Risk

The observer runs

The risk

Of getting caught

Or lost in the

Tangles and angles

Of the triangle itself,

Sensing the sweet and

The sour that may

Or may not exist,

Being perplexed

In a complex dilemma,

Left at a loss for words

Like the man who’s

Losing his memory

Leading the woman

Who already has.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Pigskin And Pumpkins” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:05 PM November 23, 2013

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