At A Minimal Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No one keeps,
What is felt to desire...
At a minimal.
Nor dreams with wishes,
And wants to get...
At a minimal to expect.
No one lives to receive,
A trivial life to pursue.
With a vision to sit,
On a mountaintop.
To then request,
That top be lowered.
To allow them from a molehill to hop.

No one keeps,
A heat to flame inside...
At a minimal ember to burn.
No one who seeks,
For anyone special...
Discovered to find them,
A minimalistic fit.
No one living this life,
To be teased by abundance...
Will commit to themselves to believe,
An experience to taste just a piece of it...
Can and would prevent the crave,
Of them from wanting more.

If that was the case,
No wars would be fought.
Broken relationships would cease.
And deceptions would not exist,
With wishes to get what someone else has.