We
once
exchanged
love letters
handwritten on rag
fiber & cellulose paper
a continuum of oaths and promises concealed
with an emotive ellipsis
to preserve secrets
tightly held
between
staunch
hearts.
We
lay
beneath
shady slats
of a grand redwood
trellis, weathered by rain and snow
bleached sunburst silver, choked by remnants of crawling vines,
swapping dreams and mixed desires
in a context where
our futures
looked to
past
vows.
We
bent
our minds
around the
concept of free will
beyond the persuasion of an
emerging social media construct where scores of
influencers cast shadow doubt
on forthcoming days
when pledges
sworn may
not
last.
