the value of Things

nothing is as serious up close as it is from the point of view of agony.
nothing is as serious as a heart attack when meted out over sparing phone conversations.
no phone conversation can approximate a post card,
and no post card is worth a smile.

gravity is magical
as our smiles on the other side of the equator.
home is numbing
as our crumbling romance returning from a six-month adventure.
new coasts are thrumming
as our hangover from a twelve-month indulgence.
the florescent attraction of authenticity fades.