Melancholy Morning

© 2000 by Lynnette E. Fitch




  I lay mooning over you as the sun rose...
Mulling over Ophelia's hard-won wisdom:
"Young men will do it
When they come to it"
...Was she any better off knowing her role?
In the end, she was just clutching at reeds in a rushing river.

Must I be penalized for trusting too much, too quickly with you?
Why does my doubt strike a chord?
Am I second-guessing? Ha - try triple or quadruple!



lef, 10th June, 2000





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