Love is a happy hopeful thing
Bright as a Mexican birthday party
Ring of children ’round a piñata
Blindfold on a boy eager to swing,
With reckless fury and dizzy glee
He flails the air for the paper dove
Down and up on a rope, then crack
A hole in the beak, tear in the tail
A wing rips out and candy descends
To boys and girls on hand and knee
Clutching sweets to the bitter end
The crumpled form upon the floor
A heap of color moves no more.
Oh happy hopeless little wing,
Love is a broken battered thing.
Rayn Roberts 2006