“Love” Poems For Kathy Number Twenty-One


The closing blinds,

each closing now

where the sun is estranged

and the goodness binds

to itself a closed vow

never now,

and the heart

is a thrushed hope

threshed at the end of a rope,

broken of limb:

Such cacophonous complaint

is a corkscrew-rim

where all love’s a feint

and the ultimate sin

is confessing love.

Therefore, midnight in,

I shall loathe you, Katharine.

(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)

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Written by Jonathan Finch