Monthly Archives: May 2019
Back to the library
To you who’ve long since stopped wondering
I never got anywhere because I
never drove it home. I just stuck a
forlorn thumb in the wind.
You don’t say
What I meant to say
What I meant to say was
that sometimes, under certain
circumstances, you remind me of a
steamroller flattening the world,
but then of course the friendly kind,
the kind anyone would want
to get to know!
wet sand sticks
but wet rocks don’t, I
thought I’d ply my
He’ll know, I thought.
But then, No,
For gain of the knowledge of that
will mean loss of my pleasure in this.
Give me the taffy of sunlit unknowns!