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maggie W Jun 2019
When I am with you I don't wanna talk about politics.
I wanna talk about the universe within me.

Something that's bigger than us, something also selfish.
With you i'm selfish, you brought out the best and worst in me.

I wanna talk about the things with immediacy
philosophy, literature and poetry.

I used to love to discuss politics, the
collision between different ideologies.

But now i just want to know everything,
Everything about you, your nerves, your cells,
Is a whole new world to me.

Read me the love song of J.Alfred Prufrock
Let us go then, you and I
To the nearest park and blend me in.
maggie W Mar 2019
Dear, I'm writing at my desk.

Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance.
It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin.
It's the lingering coldness in early March.
Remnant snow

The glimpse of sunset
on the D.C. bound train
Purple and Red
We're holding hands.

Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West
People watching and lunch with my friend
People in suits as they hustle here and there

I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away.

Orange and Yellow
Leaves Twirl

White and Blue
Frosty snow
I love you, but I gotta go.
maggie W Feb 2019
It almost feels like summer,
breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes.
It feels like
Taking a stroll on National Mall,
On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial.
Playing Frisbee riding bike
On the meadow in front of the Capitol.

My summer in the capital
With you, him and her and them and myself alone

It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background
It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent
It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes

The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock.
Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.

Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court
Dipping toes in Reflection Pool

Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore
Summer is a state of mind and so does love
But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
love letter to dc, ode to summer
maggie W Jan 2019
In front of the Union Station on a cold December day,
were us sitting.

Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along

We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips
and it was only 40F degree.

You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs
quietly eating

Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me

Winter in Washington, D.C.
Oh it was never too cold for me

Because I had you
Sharing chips with me.
winter Washington dc union station chips
maggie W Nov 2018
Fall on the east coast
Blue Honda Civic

Drives me through Annapolis
Chesapeake bay,cornmaze and crab cake

Winter on the east coast
From South Maryland ,to DC to PA
Black Ford Explorer that took me to all these wonderlands
Snow in without a fireplace
I ponder , staring at the snow on the grass
When will you be back?When will you
Let sun shine through my face again?
maggie W Oct 2018
On that misty day we were walking through the traffic
Standing at the cross road just waiting
For the light to turn green

We walked and walked and saw a baby
I waved at him, he smiled back at me

We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees
Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating
I said something funny
You cracked up so much
Then you stared at me
I went back to eating

Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry
But I see that you're still staring at me
With a grin
I said What?You said Nothing!

We walked and walked and sat on a bench
Some old people were doing Tai-chi
We made out but don't want them to notice
I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing.

You asked me not to write you in my poems
But since I still have some Mcflurry left
Would you wanna share it?
To Paul
maggie W Oct 2018
Winter snow, crispy leaves in fall
It's you it's him but none are my business

Love , hate and remorse
Weeks, months and years
Irretrievable moments we own

The syllables in my throat
The words dangling by my lips

Wind of fall, twirling leaves
The thoughts dancing as we stroll down the road

Spring blossom, lingering cold and chunky coat
Remnant snow, rosy glow and kids on the Mall

You are my most ridiculous romance

Love, hate and remorse .
to fall and to mike.
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