Molly's Folly
The desire to write
the night was on fire
the morning star was a liar
yet showed me the light.
of watching the fight
between wrong and right
or what the birds require.
the sexual organs of the opposite sex.
Some of us are nervous wrecks.
You did not bend to pick up my glove.
is slender but not as much as it has been.
-- Molly Arden










