we could balance
our mistakes
told and untold
her bad, my bad
without knowing each other’s
imperfection
hoping that weight would
not tip the scale
foundation cracks repointed
primed and repainted
a temporary fiction
hoping not to see
what we knew
would always be there
Barry DeCarli
May 29 & December 7,
2012
©2012 Barry DeCarli
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