To My Dear Occasion

Published | By John T Marohn

“Discipline,” my partner said,
“Is the necessary content
Of a full life.”

Like the raw sun
Bored by the earth’s
Dazed circling?

Or the summer’s knuckles
Chafed against
The walls of Fall?

Or low-hanging fruit,
Without a second chance
Against indifference?

I will remind you,
My dear occasion,
That love has no
Routines.

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