A Notebook of Dotted Squares

Each page says rectangle 
but looking closer
you see the reversal to equal sides

not that a collective of sameness
has all the promise and spice
of delicious mutuality 

at least it seemed so nice
on pages and forever
there was hope and a plea

that maybe we aren't severed
from each other nor from me
but that binding buts again

to tell you to stay blue
and even while the songs
are ballads with a view

righting is all wrongs
as decisions do not choose
angles play up songs
with everything to lose.