Geoffrey's Eyes Spring Open
Geoffrey's eyes spring open,
like February crocus
in late March.
He suddenly realizes
the woman he has been holding hands with
for five months,
is
mad.
Her recent behavior
has driven his own,
eccentricities,
into the shallows.
Still,
now the light has changed,
and traffic is moving
once again,
isn’t this something
demanding a translator?
Geoffrey is still
hopelessly in love.
What does madness
have to do with anything,
anyway,
he asks,
providing you have
a pocket of white stones.
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