Saturday nights are overrated.

I have written no message, seen no friend

all weekend

and isolated in my nest

behind the trees.

because I have been too kind

for too long.

Saturday nights are overrated

to those who can hear their own echo.

to those who reflect life twenty four seven.

or those who have been too kind

to too many

for too long.

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Love

I feel love
for a man
who has a heart of mountains,

and his stones smell of another planet.