damn him

 

I was spoiled for choice, 

My spirits high,

Rhythm and #meter right.

Then, that cursed doorbell.

A friend of the past,

Grey, gloom-mantled,

Came to say goodbye.

I wish him luck (damn him!), race him out.

I lost lines of love,

The damned poem gone 

For a guy called I.

#vss365

from

https://newnonentities.blogspot.com/2021/12/a-visitor.html