You and I…
We could amuse ourselves
With a pocket-sized butane flicker,
A tall, jagged promontory,
A slip of favorite this-or-that,
Or a jubilant burst of notes.
Equipped with the bareness of life
- Hands, tongues, breath, stars-
We could still have everything.
You just don’t know it yet.
Oct 13, 2012
Oct 13, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC
You and I…
We could amuse ourselves
With a pocket-sized butane flicker,
A tall, jagged promontory,
A slip of favorite this-or-that,
Or a jubilant burst of notes.
Equipped with the bareness of life
- Hands, tongues, breath, stars-
We could still have everything.
You just don’t know it yet.
10/13/12
Breaking in a new muse.
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