If love is a scrimmage lineyou huddled as I lay dying,taking sides--Truth is, I was true.Even though I was a foolmyself, too distracted to fightfor what was mine--Truth is, you were right.Like bagpipes in swollen linesmarching over broken heartswith plaintive song--Truth is, we were wrong.
For Kerry’s challenge to the Real Toads: Sara Teasdale