Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Today, if I hear something more
than "Have a nice day," or
"Have a good holiday," 
I might just glisten
as though I'd swallowed a star
as though you'd written a poem
      and dedicated it to me
as though the whole world stopped 
      for something real.

The garden gate arches into
the roof of a gypsy caravan
intending to stay for as long
as the weather holds.

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