Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Tuesday Poem

I kind of like the idea of being okay
with people doing jubilant things in my apartment
like scaring the crap out of me
when I come home from work
or dancing in the sweet swirl of now
leaving notes for me in my shoes
on plates and under my pillow
that's a sweet spot I'll savor
deep in the heart of me is my heart
and something is pinned to it
I'm full of coffee and love
the sun has made me giddy
at the punk promise of this day
I'll settle in the fields
of Prospect Park all drowsy
and comforted by the memory of you.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

a big shout out to you, handsome poet! this is lovely.

4:16 PM  

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