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Never trust the look
of love’s debris.
By the time it is noticed
it has already happened.

Never trust love’s reverse:
a tired brake,
a drunken steering column,
weeping wheels.

Love’s magician pulls us from
his hat to earth’s other side
where love, like white rabbits,
knows only innocence.

Do not count out our convoluted love.
We mourners wear its vestiges
as we rehearse the approach.
Love’s play opens tonight.