You and I, but two figures
Sit upon a ledge upon a pond.
With green surrounding us, supported
By enduring brown, cracked but standing.
We talk, and we apologize
For one thing, then another.
Every wrongdoing and crossing.
Your faults and mine, summed up
Into one hash of sorries.
But as I turn to take in the oceans
That wave beneath your lashes,
A daring firefly drifts between our sights
And makes itself the sun.
Now, I don't know if you believe in signs,
But I'll be damned if that isn't one.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
