And so it goes. . .

And so it goes   the hours   the days   the years
the rise and fall of tides chasing the moon
dogs howling in the backyards     while lovers
toss and turn having burnt the night away
Patsy says that had she never met me     
she’d have had to invent mon semblable
my look-alike      my be-alike
                                     and I’m flattered
When I see my reflection in her eyes
—and I know the mirror never lies— I
see love        How wonderful to be such a
special person in someone’s life      Blood is
thicker than water but love wins heads down
I say the cow with the crumpled horn can
take a hike
                I’m not going anywhere

John Lyons