Little Crazy Love Song { Poetry}

Tuesday, May 24, 2016 No tags Permalink

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I don’t want eventual,

I want soon.

It’s 5 a.m. It’s noon.

It’s dusk falling to dark.

I listen to music.

I eat up a few wild poems

while time creeps away

as though it’s got all day.

This is what I have,

the dull hangover of waiting,

the blush of my heart on the damp grass,

the flower-faced moon.

A gull broods on the shore

where a moment ago there were two.

Softly my right hand fondles my left hand

as though it were you.

-Mary Oliver

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