You were always musical, ready with a tune

And though I was tone deaf, my ear quite tin

We muddled on by dint of the golden mean

Though I was convinced all opera was a sin

The keyboard in our pool is testimony to a breach

A sad rupture in our regime of mutual toleration

I confess that I shoved it in with one fell swoop

After you inflicted that last Prokofiev quotation

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Scales

At what point is love

in balance? resolved?

love is not

an unyielding beam

but flects as weight

of want or force

of need

offsets another's wishes.

Yet

such scales can

never measure

loss

nor the loss

of balance.

Words and foto Tommy Carroll

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