“Desperate Trust”     I was so earnest You are used to it   You comprehend melodrama as my “angle of repose”   So many poetry books disgorge broken feathers   “But Poetry never hurts me!” you heard her speak…earnestly!   She saw mirrors in your eyes She saw (motes in) your eyes   THIS POEM IS ABOUT YOU is yesterday’s fading headline   You confirmed everything with a file for her “Archives”   Early in the 7th century B.C. red roses forged a defensive weapon   By “hampering their movements trhrough the mountain pass”       --after Barry Schwabsky’s “A Weapon of Defense”       ©2004 Eileen Tabios