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09/04/09
Invisible Weeds
In a matter of brief, if seemingly protracted, months Devolving, fast, after that, in a cascade of weeks, days, hours, You were able to compartmentalize the past,
Put two decades of devotion, love, and companionship behind you, Just like that, As if your entire history with her never existed —
The twenty years spent seeding your mutual garden gone, In a mere summer of drought, The land it occupied now overrun with invisible weeds.
That, today, you could be accused of cruel-willed indifference Isn't a crucial issue that bothers your conscience. The wished-for effect was the quick healing of your spirit,
The complete recovery of your shattered sensibility, Your understanding that neither regret nor anger Bear any relevance to your present state of positive emptiness,
That what was was, That its end was just the beginning of all things now, And that now, right this right now, is the only present present.
Rarely, in a benign moment of idle introspection, You might allow your mind a slight digression into recollection, Permit selective forgetting to set aside its safeguards
Just long enough for you to revisit that place of invisible weeds, Where, once, a garden flourished. But even then, you can't see the turmoil seething beneath the earth,
Those toxic effluents that once leeched from disaffection's aquifer, Into the bloodstream that slowly poisoned your soul. These days, nothing remains of that garden's dark malignity.
09/04/09
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