12 May 2017 – Sonnet

The wind danced through my windows where I parked
late Friday afternoon as I relaxed
and tried to shake three months off, deeply marked
by pain and loss, a time my heart was taxed
beyond its measure, or so I believed.
A pickup came and parked beside me there –
a stranger asking if I’d help relieve
his aching need, and said he found me fair.
And in that moment, I was lifted high,
and saw the way we eye the world as meat
our cravings call for: bargain! steal! or buy!
And flattery is turned to pure deceit.
In his solicitations – undisguised –
I saw myself – and I drove home to cry.

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