Details of Folly
By
Radiance Angelina Petro
I live in Lost Hope Hollow.
Meditation is encircled by bees.
Everyday is an endless repetition of beginnings.
I repeat the names, and thoughts
dash about, like a thousand minnows.
So many lost motions.
So many twists of the body.
I rattle at every step.
All evidences converge details of folly.
Please, just this once, do everything
for me, so that I may rest awhile.
I promise to never ask again.
I know I must put in the work.
Tomorrow will be the perfect day
for me to start.
