Small and sudden loves and hopes
are cotton candy light and too sweet.
Imagined futures are his fluffy treats.
Do not let sweat or tears from joy
or grief or shock touch these.
Any such personal wetness dissolves hope.
Michael Ball scrambled from daily and weekly papers through business and technical pubs. Satisfaction and feeling like a writer came through blogging and podcasting, mostly political. Born in OK and raised in rural WV, he became more citified in Manhattan and Boston. He joined the Hyde Park Poets Workshop two years ago, and will never again write a manual or help system. He has moderate success placing poems in print and online.