so what hides this night from the daily rhetoric or charges up the stars
like fireflies on LSD
and I must ask what difference of any lasting way
can my full hearted
brevity  or words saluting the sky make
but in all, I must make them
I feel it as a duty,
a charging Knight on a pen steed
with blank paper white
as my date
on a full dark deep
star studded anniversary of
the first time I wrote
back in third grade
a girl a note
and gave it to my friend to
give Joanne
my upper lip sweated for two days until I received a note back from her
that said walk me home please
with the most touching little heart
and xoxoxo  
as her signature