The Society for the Prevention of Something

Can’t remember what.
Some kind of violation of people (or animals)
or maybe the loss of an old building (or park).

I just remember that something was
happening that needed preventing,
really, because you were fuming,

distracted  and, I knew,  guilty
when we enjoyed desserts
or blew off a Saturday afternoon.

But I do remember how much
you wanted to prevent the thing
and how much I craved,

sitting next to you, your hand around
the back of my neck, resting there,
and you telling me,  in a whisper,

we would endure it all together.

 

Dale Wisely

Appeared in Orion headless, now defunct