It isn’t made of glass
and doesn’t sing to itself,
nor to you. It isn’t
anyone’s best friend,
nor a convenient means
to get around the city.
It’s not the best of its kind
nor the least of your
bad decisions, but
it’s no longer here,
no longer exterior to you,
no longer on the table.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
old relationships
~
where
is
the
beef ?
i always love your comments, Geo!
Damn, I love your vision!