So, like I said, I
Am writing you a letter,
From the house I built with your knowledge,
Wearing a knot in my neck
That you passed along.October hands me a plum,
On days continually crisp, with
Breaks from heat in the
Form of a day at
19°, a brisk breeze.Between us is
No good order,
No manicured nails or
Perfumed perfection,
No cops or lobbied politicians,
No perfection,
Just
Unshaven legs and
Tight, stubble-faced embraces.When the days are
As long as ever,
We don't have time for
Arresting, vague words;
You need me to
Be honest, direct,
Even if
My duties lay with
The soil, waiting,
Not figured out,
Preparing the ground.
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Reader's Notes
PoetryA growing collection of prose, old and new, from the teenage years: stories, passing thoughts, poetry. Mental imagery and dialogues straight from thoughts to text. Feel free to leave a comment with feedback or pointing out a small mistake somewhere...