O Atrocity Be Mine

atrocities and true loves

grow old  become new

hit us when the heart

least expects it

we are struck dumb again

unable to think

blush and bow our heads

say  are you the atrocity

I have waited for?

should I dare to make a move?

show you I care?

no  for this atrocity

is not a one and only atrocity

and you’ve been around

that block before

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.