Transitory Relationships

How nice it is when

the moon shifts into a puddle,

when, instead of offering you

the sky-high reflective judgment

of a friend, you can stomp on it

as though it were loathsome, like a bug,

or something no longer of use to you,

like a cigarette butt or a wad

of chewed gum, or a lover’s heart.

Like all other objects with which

we have transitory relationships.

© 2021 Jewish Young Professional

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Written for The Sunday Muse, RDP – Friend, FOWC- Transitory, Word of The Day Challenge – Relationship

56 comments

      • Well . . . seriously? . . . what makes your poem grab me is the contrast between the transitory nature of most things and the permanence of the moon. The ripples in the water will calm and the moon will still be there, round and serene, after you’ve walked away. Cats, of course, will harbor a grudge, but that’s just their nature, too.

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