Wax and Sand

Wax and Sand

Once again he is introspective

just in time for the holidays,

his nature avoids the manic bustle.

These days he will drive out of his way

to avoid the happy-go-lucky places,

places with smiles, laughter, and music.

There was a time not too long ago

when he was filled with desire,

even before the cataclysmic affair.

He loved his wife and his life

or so he thought until a clash—

some blown fuse changed his circuitry.

Forlorn, he makes himself a new heart

hewn from wax and sand,

which he would eat if he could but find a fork.

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Brenda Bishop Blakey

120212

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