May 2018
If I could write like Pablo
Stirring the hearts (yes, and the *****)
of goddesses and nymphs, oh
what a life, what a life, I’d live
Tis not my fate, still I laugh
For the barn doors are open
the cows are getting out
I’m late, so late for dinner.
Copyright © 2018 - Zane Safrit - All rights reserved.
Stirring the hearts (yes, and the *****)
of goddesses and nymphs, oh
what a life, what a life, I’d live
Tis not my fate, still I laugh
For the barn doors are open
the cows are getting out
I’m late, so late for dinner.
Copyright © 2018 - Zane Safrit - All rights reserved.
No. I have no idea how I made the leap from Pablo Neruda to barn doors and a late arrival for dinner. But even now, I read it and somehow it doesn't seem such a big leap and it makes me laugh. There we go.
(Iowa)
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