Dumpster Diving for Your Love – Canto XV
John's way was marked by simple truth,
No artful posture assumed or feigned.
His actions those of unfledged youth,
A sincerity in every purple vein.
A gentle air, that truth in sooth,
Did ward off doubts, did trust maintain.
Yet, in his ease, aloofness found,
Serene and sure, poise profound.
Addy observed, with a discerning eye,
The some virtue in John did dwell.
No fawning dandy nor dark rogue sly
Could catch her glance; in him, a different spell.
His natural grace, which no art could belie,
Her chief confusion, as her thoughts would tell.
Why this attraction? Virtue's simple guise,
Or something deeper, hidden from the wise?
Apologies, dear reader, are due here,
For delving deep in manners so contrived.
Our aim not lofty, our art not sheer,
A truthful picture of the artificial derived.
In wellness circles, where facades appear,
We paint a scene from life's own archive.
And so, we return to Addy's plot,
Her matrimonial schemes, subtly wrought.
Addy mused that John should wed,
A notion draped in irony and jest.
Matchmaking’s art, where hopes are led,
To a place where hearts are pressed.
Missy Greenwater, from wellness bred,
Among the prospects deemed the best.
Yet no thoughts toward Aura Rabid,
Her spirit wild and from Addy's grasp would flee.
At dinner hosted, the scene was set,
John 'twixt Aura and Addy placed.
Aura's disinterest, gaze as if to let
No charm nor word be fondly chased.
Yet John, intrigued her with a query set
On Tarot and Mamluk's ties, gracefully placed.
His query sparked, her interest won,
A conversation begun, a connection spun.
Thus ends our verse, with promise of more,
A ghostly figure soon to tread our stage.
Such spectral hints, in lore of yore,
Add suspense and depth to our poetic page.
For what is unseen, we explore,
A mystery wrapped in the spiritual age.
This world constrained, so another unfurled,
In songs to come, a spirit cocktail swirled.