IT’S A POEM FOR YOU

We know, for sure, that while other lights seem to explode,
We know that babbling waters wash away all guilt, all woe,

Contemplating a flower amidst this modern age’s show,
Soon to don more color, this poem’s pace will slow,

The window bars, the breadcrumbs linger, though.
See, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or if blue.

But you know those words are created by plump hearts
loving you and anyway, what I really mean:

You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever known ~~

and I’m just a man making potions with words
within an ancient traveling show.

:: 07.28.2023 ::