She misunderstands

The poet’s plan and research

For a change of domicile

Blaming the Internet for


Working herself up for

No reason.

Like Mr T she intends

To control all her partner’s


For a common goal in mind

Of the poet’s way forward.

The insignificant things

Will in the end mean

A crash

For any fruitful dialogue

Nurturing distrust.

For the wing flaps of butterflies

Could well create a storm.




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