Love gets its trial
in the darkest of courtrooms
Where the unassignable Judge
Speaks out–
I have seen its witness travel on a bus
heeding the signposts of love’s oncoming verdict
I have seen love tried without much fuss
Then weighed their eyes with the stealth
Of a juror uninformed or lost
Without much gain–
Without much loss
A poem by Jason Visconti, which reminds me of Leonard Cohen’s A Singer Must Die.