Napowrimo 4/15/16: spelling love wrong means you're serious about it.

 Today's Napowrimo poem insists that love must be the focus, but told in a way that is not the traditional romantic love.

luve was tolerant and patient with the misspelled attempts at its edification.
it may have been present in the time of cholera, but not for the dead people, maybe.

"i live you" doesn't quite feel the same, even if the sentiment might be more profound-
proforma sort of endeavor, living. not the same as loving, maybe.

loove was moved to add an extra letter to the equation. such profound implications,
more to go around or another senseless invocation, maybe.

luv's was the name of a truck stop. nothing says luv like smog and bathrooms overdue for the showdown with a custodial strike force. Is this the only luv available to us anymore? maybe.

we could say i love you and we'd probably mean it, maybe. it might mean more when we move ourselves
to say it without checking our words. an error, but the spirit is still there. hopefully.

Watering Can

 Raining down love 

and warm feelings

doesn’t grow a person,

doesn’t feed a family,

doesn’t secure a nation,

barely the sound of a single hand

straining to applaud its own 

ingenuity, barely a 

trash bag cut lengthwise for a blanket

in the evening swell of wind, as it rises

like a starlet’s dress over a street grate,

that warm rush of summerish air kissing exposed flesh,

blowing the covering up to the sky and blotting out the moon,

I am so proud of myself

for all I have accomplished

in your names,

I’m just going to give myself a minute

and soak up the goodwill with this unspent rag, saturate it,and 

ring it over the mouths of the thirsty, then wait to be washed clean in their adoration.