Sunday, February 12, 2012

Even's Valentine

A first star is budding
in the Palo Verde tree
is that why you’re barking

even when you can’t see me
and I can’t see you
it’s what we’re thinking

and we’re still blinking
in clusters we the children
of their amazement and chagrin

O to be done with poetry
for it to have made its mark
accomplished its twilight

so we can move on
to the real magic
the purer night

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