Today's poem is by Deborah Bogen
bearing on the glory of love
There are twelve trees on my block.
The bus stops at the third tree,
I drop my coins in the slot but
I cannot pay for you. The driver
gives me a transfer which you may have
if that will help, but you should know
I can't eat sausage, or cook yours,
or talk to your uncle, or return your overdue
library books. I am a very limited person.
I like deciduous trees.
And you must not burden me with
current events. It's bad enough knowing
Stacy didn't really get that black eye
from a cupboard door. So do not expect
too much. I cannot feed your animals
or operate your garage door opener.
My vessels are worn, my teeth chip
easily. Darling. I have been thinking about
this seriouslyand there are some things
you should know. It's cold out.
I never go inside.
Copyright © 2008 Deborah Bogen All rights reserved
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