Separating Ways

turning verse with quiet ease

at pens lightest touch,

rearranged with aim to please . . .

would it be asking too much,

with you on bent knees,

white-faced - straining in a clutch,

to put end to travesties

we've created? such

release fares well for journeys

newly undertaken. crutch,

lent or found for lease,

unfit prop for broken hutch