This Fragile Peace

Some love is a fragile peace.
Walking-on-eggshells love.
Don’t-upset-the-apple-cart love.
Not rose-blossom love.
Not rose-thorn love.
Fragile-peace love is
Damn this fragile-peace love.
I crave thunder-and-lighting love.
And after the rain
washes away the aphid spray,
I want to walk along the river
holding your hand.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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6 Responses to This Fragile Peace

  1. DD says:

    this is beautiful…

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