Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Believe in One Day

One day, dear Eliza, your old poems will be rewritten
Your tears will be forgotten
The dust falling in the sun of the open window
Will be
Just dust

Not a passenger ship to ride to the past
Where you can hide
Near Betsy's house
Catching butterflies as big as your hands
Holding, softly, just their bodies
Don't touch the wings

You believed you were a dog
Wearing a blue zippered suit
Everyone was fooled
Run, "Rwoof, rwoof!" through the yard

Today is changed
Paper promises
Coming true
Like the stones in the water
And your face, wet, on the linoleum
You kiss with a smile

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