In Heap, Against Ledge

No new routine
Goes unpunished
As old ones
Misinterpret
New commitment
For infidelity

Old routines
Soft like sunset
Even in their fury
Smoothed over
Brushed and streaked
With subtle misery
And swirled resolution

All repetitive action
Unnecessary
Squeaky wheels get oiled
Old habits
Hard to break
Still break
Rolling stones eventually stop
Resting against some larger pile
Stones collected
In heap, against ledge
Falling short of forever
Or without fail
For all time
Picked up dusty
And taken to the bank
To wade in the river
Of lost promises
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2.3.11