Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A Poem for You

I would never fall off the edge
of something just to see you better
but I would walk by your house
in a wounded dressing gown
down on 15th I'd kneel and scrawl
a great poem with chalk
on the sidewalk in my own hand
hopscotch my way over the lines to you
that you could never destroy
I would do that to amuse you even
if you thought it was for a stoop sale
I'd do it and it would be clear to you,
that's who.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

love this.

7:13 PM  

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