Treasure Island

Donna Ialongo


Ash Wednesday


today i am remembered that i am dust
but tears for worms accomplish
little. and tears for realists
less. why must reasons
fill purpose and acts have
direction? for why must love
laugh logically in the round
face of stupidity? where
rots selfless compulsion
and unquestioned instinct?

not here! upon my muddied brow, thoughts of doomed
idealism imprint hope
in lavender letters. my
ardent inquisitions smile
deceitfully at complacent
reason, loving what
cannot be loved

(March 3,1965)

Submitted: Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Edited: Thursday, June 15, 2006

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