The Two

When struggle is hardest

Never is it more beautiful 

Outside- I walked the dog 

Because I needed something

That wasn’t anything else

And met a gust at a dark

Spot top of the street

Stars reeling out of puffs 

Of cloud, trees bending over

I was right about beauty

If nothing else- suddenly, life!

I may never escape

It is locked- the two spinning

Beauty and struggle neither 

One winning

That’s all