Today's poem is by John Gallaher

When I Say World I Mean Please

We begin somewhat after the beginning, in
the red (pink) shirt, under the blue (white)

sky, I am (or one is) walking (as vectors
by a brook). Breathing in and
                                            breathing out with us

this afternoon. Maybe there's something
we could say. I'd like to do some good, perhaps. In a cloud

of commentaries (with news from exotic
we're doing all around stuff, in a

park-like setting, generally. (& all the non-arrivals ...)
Just the wind through the pecan trees.

I was listening to it, over there. And so that it all
becomes more acceptable, I saw
who looks just like you. At the trellis. In
the evening. A very nice place.

I thought you might like to know. It appears
someday we'll have a wonderful

future, in the green houses, the red hotels.
No wind at all to speak of.

Everyone accounted for.

Copyright © 2007 John Gallaher All rights reserved
from The Little Book of Guesses
Four Way Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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