Saturday, December 18, 2010


For a friend, and for all the friends for whom I couldn't find the words to use.  For all the girls I've ever known, who I've ever seen break down:

It's so hard to put a hug, a touch, a glance
into poetry, something someone else could see.
It's just as hard to write a dance.
But here's saying that I wish I could.
If only for you.

Wildfires burn the bark away.
And softer trunks will see the day.
And when I see a smile, I'll say
how beautiful you are.
And when I see you, I will say
how beautiful you are.
If only to know you hear the words:
how beautiful you are.

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