The Lover

Poem By Michael Shepler

What drove me to devote
My life to erasing the delicate
Frown lines around the mouths
Of discontented women?
Later, gazing into perfect chaos,
A ceiling fan,
Whirling & cooling an anonymous room.

1979. Half my life over.
This, I thought, must be what
A Mayfly feels; boundless ecstacy,
In a span so brief
You could hardly call it Time.


m. shepler 8/1/06

Comments about The Lover

Beautifully done. Surgical precision, ha.


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