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.