Elm
Posted on Apr 17th, 2007
by
Rareflight
The smooth west wind
pulled your silver side to the sun;
At seventy miles an hour
there wasn't time
to know you;
it creased my hair
and sent my deciduous love flying....
where these tiny boats
curled
into a fold of air;
conspired
to let me
love you
the only way I know how
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As Poet Richard Brautigan once wrote after reading a friend's poem:”Now, that makes me want to run home and write!” This is a poem you can feel! Lovely.